Hop in the car
and drive,
Just to hear
Myself talk.
Does no good
just like speaking
to a brick wall
I careen into....
Glass and mortar,
raining down
flooding the
river I become
caught in the
undertow
Floating
amongst the
shadows
dissipate at
dawn with
the sun in my
eyes........
I hop in the car
and drive,
just to hear
myself talk.