Sunday, January 8, 2012

Poetry - "Road Rage"


Road Rage


fuck my hands at 10 and 2
i want them at 11 and 1
as i ride your tail
filling your rear view
with my fiery stare


in your mind, you can hear
the venom that drips
from my lips
like grenades going off
in your brain


filling you with fear
freezing you
so you cannot do
the one thing
i need you to do

move




kc2012