Monday, June 17, 2024

#111

My brain, 


is a three on the tree.



A six banger with a thrown rod.



My thoughts, 


vacuum based


speed up and slow down as my foot


plays with the accelerator.



There’s no lead in my gas anymore…



No seatbelt to tuck me in and never was.



Double clutching my way down this old hill


is my only option.



If this keeps up


I may have to thumb it


back to the garage…