under an asphalt night
with shadows of snow fists
permitted a short-lived pallor
before high beams loosen their corporeal grip
Come on… oh!
slow for the curves
Don’t force red out the rear lights
enough of it seeps back there
But wait! A carpool lane?
And we are two!
I almost forgot you
a forceful forgot
a forget -me -not
I’ve been down
off a cliff
not on rocks
the snow’s been too thick
the snow fall thicker before night’s done
the snow a sheet several feet
the snow stifle all
silent stample nestle with permanence
after there be tracing tracks
tonight ’ll no skiers’
to whether ’d down diamonds or
tell they led the off
about You’re already
set I’ve put
your gear on
you, skis and all
Only we must
get there we
must get there
Not brakes Blue lights too
Flashing Though I’m not speeding —Pull Over—
Slower slower drive slower
Hello officer play cool
You were driving in the carpool lane
But I know, I know I
can because we are two
But where is the second passenger?
You can’t see him?
He can’t see him
Clear as night certain as day come right this way
I’ll prove it if you promise not to write me up
If you promise to not
not to stop
we must be
on my way
Pushing, pushing, he’s pushing.
How bold. He just must not see
My lights, yet still he’s rushing
Even though he can’t pass me.
But wait, he’s moved to the fast lane.
No signal, he can’t tell I’m a cop.
Swerving, can’t stay inside the lines,
Further to the left and he’ll drop
Not over rocks,
Not through slush,
But upon snow over snow over snow.
The metal will rip apart like strips of torn paper,
His body lost in tow.
If he flew as fast as black diamonds
I could pull him on over right now.
I first want a reason for the ticket
But wait, he’s in the fast lane, that’s how.
But we are two, he’s shaking at the joints.
He’s confused, but he’s not drunk.
He just wants to be on his way so he points.
But why is the passenger in the trunk?