Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Ride’s Valentine

Night with its open bloodstream
Of cars its venous blood-clots
And running wounds of cars
Upended and cast to the side
And we are the drive-by shooters
Of glances and curses and prayers
Just like the little memorials
Along the roads flimsy-looking
But with the Madonna standing
Guard over her plastic flowers
Praying for our safety
And hoping for a ride

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