Broken windshield wipers make
the people drive slowly, and it doesn’t
take long for someone to start seeing
in distorted blurs to match the refracted
mess above their dashboard.
It’s hard to hold in when their angry sometimes,
so they get drunk and drag around
a opossum in a burlap sac.
They do it only because they think it’s
them in there, but no matter how hard
they slam it into brick walls they can’t
forget the time they’ve already sold
in the days to come.
They just want to wake up, look
at the sun, and not feel stressed for where
they have to be. It doesn’t matter though
there’s nothing they can do to break the
spells they’re under. They bite the
ears off of the rat, but they still
hear the thunder.
Dashboard
Teleporting Typewriter 