thunder cackles in the background
beating an angry drum
under the moon’s rage-blind grin
I barrel down an eastward highway
through the badlands
death strikes from strobe-light static in the sky
cars park under the hoax of a safe overpass
the tops of cell phone towers
beacon haphazard hope
through god’s bloodthirsty mist
lightning swoops down for a kiss
I flick a fire and breathe smoke
I can barely see, breathe, or
hear anything other than the
chaos orchestra
lightning fists slam timpani drums
the earth shakes and under the orange glow
I develop a fever and crash
into a stingy motel
is this the great road
I was promised?
or am I just caught
in staunch mother nature’s
meaning to an end
on the planet I spin
I’m going away
