hot sticky sweaty skin pressed against skin against skin against skin

 

hot sticky sweaty rubber grinding against asphalt squealing "Oh! come what may!"

 

careless voices on the radio singing to us, opening to us, telling us their problems - as if we care and don't alrerady know

 

chain-smoking ashes nicotine smoke seeping, grinding, becoming the seats, floor, steering wheel, cieling,

clothes, hair.

 

voices hoarse with screams and cut by city nightlife needles proclaim the directions to suit our fancy leftleftrightleftrightu-turnleftleftrightleftrightrightleft

 

driving for the hell of it just don't let it - 

 

stop - at the crossroads - slumber speed want on

 

we have books leatherbound and yellowed with drive-thru coffee stains reading aloud The Greatest Minds of Our Generation and dreaming about buses painted with acid

 

when our thoughts get too coherent on to Boston! on to Baltimore! on to Houston! on to Rockland! just give us some more.

 

want! hunger! need! sex! blood! pain! dreams! epitomes! time!

 

Time! time! time! we need time! we're spending days like pennies stashes soon to run out days to nights to days to nights to days to nights to weeks to months to years to age to death to eternity on this crumbling roads.