Desperate
and on the run
Hot on my heels
I feel like Al Cowlings
running head-long into the afterlife
with a Suicide Note, A pistol and a Big Mac

Only the warm shell of my White Bronco
baking in the sun
which speeds headlong down the 10 Freeway
now Protects me …

The hiss of demons on my tail
is deafening
I’ve got my foot
buried
straining for dear-life
Pushing like a bitch
on the pedal

That sonofabitch Simpson is laughing
gaining on me
dragging the knife blade
behind him
across concrete

Someone thought they heard something
a knock on the AC unit out back

I’m losing in the battle for
a clean getaway

I’m lost in the battle
for a clean yesterday






From: Observations of a Dead Man (2007)