Oneness

Victorious Mutilation

feeling a certain oneness

cars around you plunged

into the same line of cement

our rubber feet stick

on the hot pavement

confusing sound of sludge and whir

as they stick quickly 

moving through a reluctant 

space

oneness with the cars around you

oneness with the people who could

kill you

all’s not quiet on this front

it’s loud and frightening and

motors rev and people 

forget who they are

behind the metal

it’s like being in a protest or a march

ethereal crowd lifts you up

in a shared experience

breaths and motors mingle

then come apart as one

nothing sticks

gravity is lost  the air is smooth

I look through wet glass

trucks are so high off the ground

you can’t

see anything

my sanity inches down the road not sticking to

the asphalt but jumping

wildly about

like a car in a tornado

it’s lost its balance  the cars are bobbing

like ducks

sitting ducks on a road

somehow in communion and mutual fear

you could lift me up

throw me to the pavement and kill me

I don’t know

the car tips up

humanity upwards clouds blindfolds

sodden road trips no AC

head on your shoulder

blanket for comfort

not warmth

we go up  up

like a balloon

of hot metal

and we make our own

mushroom cloud