WAITING FOR THE DETOUR TO HADES

i ride four wheels on earth
a clutch in heaven
a foot on a petal near
hell and it’s darkness
darkness where the road
hums in my heart
So i’m riding a hearse
and there’s a dead body
in the back grinning
and hell’s smoke is crawling
into the cracks of these windows
i smoke i smoke non-filtered
sticks as long as trees
like those one’s burning
along the streets — people
say ‘he’s the crazy fucker
with good dress like a GQ
corpse waiting for his
formaldehyde and i’m singing
with the squished turtles
on hell’s road so i got to go
got to go with the zombies
holding signs that read
“detour to death”
so disengaged i ride this road
with four wheels on earth
and a clutch of gold in heaven
my foot petal near hell and it’s
darkness darkness where the road
hums within my heart

:: 08-10-2015 ::