Traffic

I am driving on fumes

in bumper to bumper

and early evening gloom

I do not know how much

longer I can last

I am way past E

passed three stations

without stopping

I have always been a bit

of a risk taker

I keep the radio low

and my thoughts turned up

Left foot on the dash

heart on the floor

I say out loud:

'I can't do this anymore'

I cannot remember a lot

of last night

the last few months

have collided

in a high-speed pile-up

and it is all one big mess

of twisted metal and emotion

I cannot decipher

moment from moment anymore

my identity

is lying in the street

covered by a sheet

and I do not recognize

my eyes in my rear view

I wade in a pool of self pity

live a small world

in a big city

I break fast and hard

love fast and hard

live fast and hard

I wonder if my life

will always have

this much traffic