Here's something I just wrote on the way to Florida.
The Seconds...
Unspoken for
With lights ahead and night behind
How many hours can I fake
In toxic motion
With substance favor and substance blinds
How far will this car go
Tank unattended
In a race on the road...
Is there a bottom to the pit
Is there a sky to the world
How much darkness can I put behind me
Before the light bends and the day breaks
I'm hidden in time
As wheels tarnish the ground
The moment is sated and
The seconds are now