Fast Car

"Fast Car"

Red to green
Weighted shoes of youth
The thrill on invincibility…

The stick of judgment passed from hand to hand
Like a baton in a relay
Around the track we went
Running as fast as we could
When we tire
We hand off
Relaying our circular thoughts
And at the end
We return to start

You didn’t hear the screams
You just hear a fast car
You didn’t see the terror
You just see a fast car
You didn’t even ask about her
You just asked about a fast car
You didn’t feel a thing
Other than the draft of a fast car…

Your thoughts dissipate into the wind.

The day after alone he sits in his room
Door locked to the world
Fast car drives laps in his mind

Trudge through hell they do the day after
Aided by true speed angels
They speak of a fast car

Awake she does finally the day after
Faint image of a fast car distant in mind
Until someone paints the picture for her

In his hand is a brush
Which direction pushes the next stroke?
Which direction?

Did the killer get away?
When Milton sat upon the riverbank
He contemplated this question
And gave the best answer he could
Driving a fast car through paradise
Young man, are you okay?
And with a big smile on his face
He exited his fast car
For many there were high fives
For others there was disappointment
And when he grabbed the microphone
He only said,
“A fast car is a fast car.”