Rolling through the streets of town
I hit the go sign at fifth and Pine
and did as it said; not questioning,
no time for questioning,
driving too fast to not obey.
Sped past the alleys dark with rot
those same the light of day forgets in winter
when the clouds convene; a sky of shale.
Too heavy for now, maybe, for me.
Skipped out-town with wheels on fire
sympathetic faces yet to be stared back
to see my taillights gleam in the gloom,
gone too soon.
Especially for the girl on twenty-first,
who bore a name I could not know
I could not stop; the sign said go.
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