Driving

He tucks a steering wheel under his arm; turn left;
turn right; march pass the traffic lights; smiling to
his palms; the world spinning on the axis of flesh
and blood; iron minds and fingers slender; yet

Even clockwork breaks down; precision tends to
the tardy; steering wheels are secretly stolen from
under-underneath the table; replaced by toilet-seat-
covers: absent minds and absent hands- absent.

So, he stands and had him beheld in his nudity;
in his weakness; that even the most weathered
of hands; magical of wheels cannot break the
cruel random grasp of conditions on these:

mortar roads; jungle fury;
wild abandon.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:54 pm