Don't worry, the rain will wimper
as much as any of us
as it's crushed between tires
on our way home at night.
Just imagine a gasp, a sigh, the
slight twinkle as an eye pops,
a jaw creaks and shatters with the screeching.
Nothing. Do you hold your breath
when running away? Clench your toes
when finding the your night's release?
All those dreams are a mountain we're falling
towards. The burning is from the rear tire
spreading your ribs across the road you think you're on.
You're not. You'll rot. You?ll land when you will.
