"Silence shatters in the mirror above the dashboard--" Awesome.
You really get caught up in this. Makes you start reading faster than you can think... in a good way. :)

Wow Gene you had me caught up in your words, I think my Blood pressure went up, another great write, thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

This poem reminded me of a person fed up with their life & driven to end it using a vehichle with the courage often seemingly found in the bottom of a bottle booze. It's sad to crash to such a death as to drown in a river/lake/ocean after drowning in alcohol. Very evoking poem of pain, and truely these things happen for many people.
Your dark side is emotionally powerful in your pen too Gene.
Much Love & Inspiration to You Always
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie

Very powerful poem.

Gene - I felt the windings of the road and the atmosphere of night and the "rage". Especially liked the lines:

In the headlights
purple eyes
devour the mist.
Gods of another age,
another plane,
guide him,
automatic cruise,
into the empty night

- David

Gene, what a poweful write, right down to the end.

Peace,
Dan

you poetically tagged this rage topic Gene, many times I've been behind my steering wheel driving feeling the stresses, when it gets real bad I talk to God, been doing this for years, it calms the beast, whoed love to feast

I have been there myself at times~`*

I've felt anger like that more than once after returning from Vietnam. One time it was on a mountain road driving like a maniac. For me, instead of the threat of a winding river, I had the threat of a drop of several thousand feet down a mountainside. This poem reminded me of that moment of rage, a rage that I have spent most of my life combating and holding inside what sometimes feels like a pressure cooker. It is surprising what kind of memories surface (that you thought were forgotten) from the powerful language of a poem like this one. Maybe I should return to that mountain drive and see if I can capture it again. Poetry is a way to let the pressure out a little at a time.

Oh, my - chillingly penned, Gene, very well done! A victim of his own rage - sad to say, this is true for many -

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

How dark and how brilliantly penned! Impressive Gene.

So different for you...but just as wonderful as all your other verse. Intense work that held me from start to finish.

You've certainly made a point here...ed

The sustained locomotive imagery works exceptionally well here and adds energy and intensity. Well written!
John

Gene, the intensity had me shivering...you captured what you set out to do and it is riveting!Outstanding!...ET

the staccato abrupt lines add to the delirium, the brusque tone, the dark mirror piece as a w.hole- --perception is deception; or is it only our.selves the other way around? this is so circular and warped. .. .a weave of torn fabric in the soul of a man. .. . barely hanging by a thread. ...
plus+ i love the italics:: like hearing within the mind, within the fall from grace. .. .
a harsh de.composition. .
a grim grip on that wheel indeed.
ness

You mean there's a light side?
This is a drunken brawl with life...its is a raw, real, heart pounding write...Great read Gene

It is always so amazing and so intriguing to me to experience the various, sometimes polar facets of a writer's personality - each of us with our light and darker sides - wearing our hearts on our sleeves, perceiving, relaying. Empaths with a poetic pen journeying through life's experience giving others a glimpse into the human soul like an offer to open up and really "feel." This is a magnificent poem, Gene.