My Long Road

My Long Road

“No this won’t be my death”,

tearing up this long road,

I'll cheat it every time.

Not dodging a bullet but

That lamp post came quick.

Illuminated watchers in the ditch 

Are blustered bunnies, cooped from my muffler’s howl.

A growl like soup 

Stewing in my gearbox gut.

So go down, Timid. Run from me,

To the grass you think is greener

as I blow past.

Skirt homely dens like 40’s bunkers,

I am a bomb to your asylum.

I was there so long ago,

running in the dark.

...I used to let myself be fixed.

Now f**k the wrenches,

they loosed my screws. 

I still hold them, rattling inside. 

They beared cruel tools, rusted as they worked.

My laboring combustion-heart, pumping petrol--

Is gladdened to gather grit and grease.

Call me Pig, I don’t need a bath, 

Yeah I’ll keep my mud and dirt.

Only my weathered conscience shines clean.

Though if my sins washed off…

The water, coffee-dark stains my once white tub. 

“No this won’t be my de--”

that lamp post came quick.

Couldn’t even see the light.