Offramp Cycle, Pattern 22 - Kayo Dot

Broken glass under a poison half-moon

On some shattered highway that goes nowhere at all

Wraps around its prey like a concrete serpent in the acid rain

With fangs fastened around my throat

I choke on the fumes as the world in a blur

Falls away but leaves me clouded and hollow

Blood on my hands, and a thing in the backseat

That used to be human

Flying on the highway, trying to outrun me

Drained of thought, but the broken glass, it haunts me

Glittering like gems or sparkling like evil rainfall

That turns to steam in the heat

Ugly, hot, and shaking

With the thing in the backseat

It seeps through the plastic shroud…

As I push the needle faster and further

Coronas around the judging eyes of streetlights

Mad with thirst, almost enough to lap up iridescent rain

Just a little further, but the pupils of night are diminishing

Subtle

By the time the smog sets in to eat away the morning

I should be somewhere, praying that I’m dreaming