faster and faster on wobbly wheels
with nothing to worry about except death
head trauma or hood of a Honda.
I let life bleed by me,
picking up speed,
my eyes watering from wind.
it's in these moments
that nothing matters,
even and especially love and death.
just coast to the next scene,
the next day, the next bar, the next love,
rolling in roses and rambunctious anticipation.
who knows what the next bend
in the road will bring,
but I am zooming toward it with vigor.