The Royal We

car under overpass

 

Behind the wheel

On a telescoping road

Fully-staffed and half-assed

Teaching the land-locked

 

How to drown,

We pick up the miles

And put them down

In a little box-

 

Shaped heart

More misnomer than

Biology, akin to a

Theism of astrology

 

The rubber hits the road

And stars light the way

Like tears of broken glass

Or tin foil in your molar.

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