Road, and other prophecies
Road: “identifiable route, way or path between 2 or more places.” So, what they say is there isn’t just one place. You can go one way or the other.
80, 70, 15 into Vegas. Route 66, now sinking beneath its weight. The moment seemed endless, didn’t it.
Say it with me: This is road and that’s not road. It’s how we get by. Feeling at the same time lost and found. To chase long. What is it you do not have? It’s the same story, so stop telling it. There are people who reach the end of their lives without –.
Drive to follow the rising sun! But darkishness. Sun has its own skin, turns out. Sun remarked its last sayings. The street can reach and grab some people. There’s blood out here everywhere.
How about a straight-on question, I said to my astrologer. How will I die? Car. Be careful around cars. With supernatural accuracy.
Last picture: me, in a burnout tee, pointing up at the sky, knowing sky, almost there (small white gravestone shadow already behind me on the hood). It’s a ‘72 Chevy, year I was born. Covered in custom flames. Meantime, the flames are doing this. Stars rocking back and forth. Counterglow to a car’s headlights. All objects about to tip. Before the broken windshield glass.