A Sketch of a Drive on a Bad Day
by Brendan Strong
Ragged, random violence – a rumbling
Sudden truck wheel at my shoulder
I could reach out
and touch the last thing I touch
Should my arm
It has stopped raining at least, but wet remains, and I think
Of sheer violence stored up in the slick synthetic teeth
That roar at the surface, and run down the road.
Chewing at the tarmac, grinding up potholes.