The Trajectory of a Bullet - part I:
A Man Screaming so Loud Colours
are Coming Out of his Mouthby Joe Tomorrow
Dark night. City lights, The distance hangs like thunder… If this car would only go faster. Concrete Jungle air, there's a difference, big difference. Real air excites your lungs, Concrete air insults (assaults) your lungs. I can remember being paid a good wage to help me forget I lived in a plaster box in the Jungle, in the sky. I remember dry heaves in the morning. I remember trying hard to forget… LANE CHANGE I haven't seen another car for hours/miles of wet ribbon road. My thoughts aren't as fast as the painted lines or as slow as the radio's liquid amnesia… I could be dead. ACCELERATE CASSETTE TAPE "Hellhound On My Trail" I'm chasing a dream that's a nightmare chasing through my childhood/youth/adult life. The windshield wipers beat it back with fluctuating rhythm… ROAD SIGN Turn off to where-ever/when-ever DOWNSHIFT/CHILDHOOD Brick walls and darkness…windshield Staring at myself staring, I still think I'm twenty years too late but I'm driving to forget all that shit, driving to forget why I remembered it in the first place. ANIMAL! BRAKES LOCKED TIRES SQUEAL Rear end of car drifts slightly… Control feels powerful, like I'm in control ACCELERATE Country roads like big city lust gone sweet… headlights piercing darkness in surgical foreplay being folded over and over until afterbirth is all that's left. "I keep one hand on the wheel and one hand on the shifter I keep one eye on the road And one eye on your sister" Teenage sex is better on record than reality; clumsy and rushed headlong into death Teenage sex sung about by grown men remembering/wishing "How many guys out there over 30 can still get 16 year old girls to go down on them?" "How many really want them to though?" RIGHT TURN Full moon on the horizon Full tank in the rear I remember helping a stranded female motorist. I gave her a lift. Her car broke down in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night and I was on one of my nightly cruises into tomorrow… She didn't think much of the handcuffs hanging from my rearview mirror. She turned pale… I dropped her off at the top of a street she said was hers…I wonder if she remembers/thinks about me or my handcuffs. FLIP THE TAPE When I was a child I thought that all the traffic in the world is what made the planet rotate…
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