There is room for one more

Lights in both directions
run on I-94
wind blows frozen rain
trucks stare with squint into
a windshield
our blood is burned like gasoline
making Gods grin
our engines in agony
the light’s always green
we are supreme fighters even though
the world’s asmoke
shivers bends blasts
in fierce gamble

There is room for one more

In this purposeful ramble
our roads coil underneath
car wheels somewhere
there is a deer
trying to cheat a prey of beast or
lascivious hunter somewhere
a vast number of universes
exists while we are a universe
in particular of small value
permitting the emergence of life
where fire and wine run up
wrists and up into our hearts

There is room for one more

We are an accident
we won cosmic lottery once
among men who never die
and men who never live
tomorrow we’ll become
a retronym a big mouthful-full
mess on a tongue that pauses
and the pause lasts too long
ready to strike those
who least expect it
our courage bursts like beads
mouth-popping and liquid-
filled

There is room for one more

Breath to be sucked into
draught of a sigh
of a fearful God
shoulders hunched
legs stretched to his toes
he makes claws of his fingers but
we keep pushing cosmic accelerator
in rings of smoke
which is not even smoke but simply
snow slippery and brittle
we empty bars
one extra shot for the hopeless
one extra shot for the dreamless
and for the damned and the pleasure
seekers

There is room for one more

Not for the timid ones but
for uproar

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