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…
