- CCR
Highway Headlights
Gauges began tired.
He and his headlights
Alone, like
How screwed he saw was
Of the road.
Kind of person
One around happy.
He just wanted the constant repetition
But the cool breeze gushing
Tried to eject his tape
For the damn radio would play instead
Window in an effect to refresh the rain clouds which
Under for the past five hours, he felt little tingles that
Reminded him of…
Contact !
Sharply slammed
Skidding franticly to
With from heard a heavy
Stop. The silence
hopes as he moves
Mourning over to beside the dying.
The coyote was a blood from the glow.
Happening up and moved to the back
Steel Crowbar
And he exhaled
Down
Again and again
on the ending
the created.