Questions

What’s that feeling? Pulsing now

The sense that makes one twist and bow

What’s that sound? Brings near from far

With the wheels of a car

Who’s that person? Coming out

A fear that makes me plead and shout

What’s that tool? Inside his hands

Veiled by the devil’s hands 

What of my feet? I feel them naught

Running, very soul distraught

What’s that force? That tinge of fire

Skin that scorches from the wire

Where’d you come from? I will go

Feet will take me (Where? Don’t know)

Skin is slapping? On the ground

It brings up a horrid sound

Why this smoke? These clouds of black

Rising from your Cadillac

Will I go? Oh yes I will

Time to kill or else be killed

What is this? The alders nose

‘round and ‘bout the Cadillac’s nose

Will we make it? Yes indeed

For sacred fate has thus decreed 

What the artist? Oh this paint

Would make surrealist ‘self to faint

But can you do it? Shift the mode

At last we spin onto the road

But is there time? I see your face

Twisted zone of ill and grace

Ah tell me why? do you look so

Your tree root features fit to grow

What thinkest thou? As dusk grows nigh

You throw your head back – laugh and sigh

What is your motive? This terrible lust

For speed that breaks the very dust

Will it change me? Yes, I think

I throw my head back and I blink

Why all these stars? We lit them ‘blaze

A smile tinges my horrorstruck gaze

Am I alone? I thinkest not

Another was captured by your plot

But not enough? For all your wiles

Could not induce this boy to smile

What will you do? ‘il cannot stand to lose

It will pile on more abuse

When will it stop? When he is dead – 

Put the paper bag o’er his head

How fast go we? I cannot say

We bridge the gap ‘twixt night and day

Why do we laugh? Because we hold

What’s far more dear than any gold

What thinks the boy? Nothing like us

He loathes the speed’s beauteous gusts

As we fall in speed so very far

He takes off the bag; leaps out ‘ the car