Designated Driver

White lights approacing
red lights going gone
in the rearview reflected
in the raindrops racing
up the windshield in reverse
scattered showers shiver the night,
the streetlights turn to starfish in fog.

The dashing young driver arrives
squinting at a blurred center line.
Cheers to our capable, coke-smoking chauffeur.

Business card reads:
Discrete High-End Transport Specialist

Taxi meter reads:
Undercover Stunt-Driving Shit Shuttle

Operating under a professional license here folks,
Got a certificate in the glove box to prove it.

HANG IN THERE

fathersnail

A snail
creeps along
with its home
on its back
and is dragged to death eventually from the weight of it.

This life
is but a line
a single sticky sentence
punctuated by the empty shell.