NIGHT DRIVING
I came out of a strange delirium
after I’d passed Dwight Mission road
somewhere in Arkansas
I was screaming
at the top of my lungs
as I drove along
I tried but couldn’t make out
any of the words
so instead I just went on screaming
this was about two hours
after I’d seen a great big arm
come out from a hole in the sky
reach across the star studded blackness
and zip it shut again
“christ,” I laughed
more out of exhaustion than humor,
“you’ve gotta get a hold
of yourself, son. You’re barely halfway there!”
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