BARFLY

Automatic said he doesn't hate people. He just feels better when they're not around. Or maybe that was Bukowski. I don't know. The lines of brilliant people seem to all run together in my collective consciousness. And out them is born my flawed exegesis of life's novel. Observe:

i took a wrong turn somewhere
the path got short
dead-ended into dead-lock
what's with this on-star system
some glich some where some more
than others who have this whole thing down
power-windows get you air
get you space again
and i can't fit this handle back on the crank
to get a little space
i've talked about breath before
the boar that has me cornered
the bore that has me trapped
everyone ending up at the mall
fueling fucking alcohol
and one taste of what i know to be good
abandoned in the cracks of the floorboards
sustenance and flavor and favor
if i can just get turned around
off-road off-track off-ended
driving again
well take the trail marked on your Father's map
full-tank full-moon full-filled