Laying
on the warm asphalt
skin to rock
Listening to the rumble of approaching
cars, the whining of rubber
wheels on endless road
Solid steel, petrol and attitude
Dust in my left eyelid distracting
me from the Pontiac push
upward dog, full frontal to the grill
A metaphysical war should I turn into
a butterfly or a sidewinder
Laying perfectly still
Eyes north, toes west.
A small velcroed tennis shoe
crushes a cola can
As the Detroit monster punches
my chest.
