Road Rage Rafe

© Jaimey Perham - 07/19/2014

He zips across the freeway, king of the ever turning wheel

A half-human mangled with rubber, plastic, and steel

Leaving a sonic boom sound with each acceleration and peel

Moving by emotion of the cosmic mind, by instinct and feel

Spreading fear in the color of blood and teal

Living on diesel, a daily dose of gasoline with each mechanical meal

Rafe never stops, or sleeps for no one, never time for a talk, or deal

He tries to impress the women of the street with a kiss of black smoke and slippery seal

But doesn’t understand his own inner power, strength, and conviction of zeal

Just like the swamp people down south, and the elastic electric eel

He is not as rare as he thinks, not as rare as the finest prepared veal 

Someday he must face his own god, and slowly bow down and kneel

Then Road Rage Rafe will see the truth, learn how to accept, and finally help others succeed and heal