The wind on this bridge pulls me
Left and I just might let it.
If I can hop the concrete fence
And find there floating some brief control,
Then maybe the toll was worth it.
It's not the auto dive or the
Sinking steel that I really care about,
And I don't want anything to end quite yet,
As long as it's my nails digging into
Rubber wheels, letting go and letting be.
All this space between surfaces seems
Meant for something other than bored
Naval officers putting on a show.
Maybe I can upstage them and
Put your hard earned money to good use.
But then I realize that fighting the wind
Is actually fun and much less
Predictable than the self-loathing SUV's
That bring friends to their knees in marvelous tears.
What happens to me is so damn unknown.
No comments:
Post a Comment