water.
We heard him first
The scream of the engine
The spin of the wheels
We had rain a week ago
Enough to soak and and to sit and to funk
The lush parkland right across
there is a dream that this driver has
Festered upon
For four nights.
and tonight it has peaked.
His wheels squeal right by
Biting bitumen - this boy
Shrieking each turn.
Ripping across this calm Friday night
Clear is the sky round Beaver Moon
It Rends our peace.
But he's driving his dreams round all roads of this town
Screech-shriek-spin-thrum-grunt-farkenwhathe-ever-lovin' hell.
The cars screams recurrent t'ards South
and I pray
Not today
Not today
Not today.
2 comments:
Is this driver a teenage boy? I was expecting you to say he ended up in the muck across from you.
But eventually it will happen. Over the summer a young man with a very hot car was racing up and down the road. He always drove fast and had been reported to police. On this particular day he had argued with his girlfriend. It was estimated that he was traveling at nearly 150 mph when he lost control on a curve. He hit the other car head on and both vehicles burst into flames. Both drivers were killed. Miraculously the passenger in the car he hit was badly injured but saved. It was her birthday. They were headed home after dinner out.
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