drive/

©2021 Michael Raven

driven
like the weather
driven
like the cold
we've got cuts running
up and down our hearts
up and down two souls
and sometimes i can't
help myself
where there's sharp crust
ice to hold
and sometimes you can't
help yourself
with a broken glass
of your own

and i say:

let's share a frost-sharp
cigarette
what's blood between
two friends?
start the car and
crawl inside
what's naked scars between
two friends?

i say:

fuck us being driven
it's our turn to
fucking drive

the car is running and
grey clouds come again
sundown and i'm waiting
for the rain

c'mon
gimme some shelter
from that rain

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