close your eyes at the intersection
the windows combust and shards fly
sirens-no-screams puncture your eardrums
close your eyes at any intersection
mute all sound and no one can get inside you
the seatbelt becomes sand
you fall into a callous dream full of sharp truths and soft lies
close your eyes at the intersection
imagine your family
but don't open your eyes
as soon as you do that's when they die
close your eyes at every intersection
never open your eyes
you won't know if you've made it past the green light
or if your in a dream
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
