Saturday, October 4, 2025

poemtober day 4- deer


when the road twists and turns i follow with my headlights beaming, sparkling streetlights resemble flying cars.
the smell of gasoline pairs well with whiskey, an open container is an embarrassing way to go down.
i turn the blind drive, eyes wide open,
another pair of headlights, large and round, look back at me.
i accelerate and accelerate and lurch forward with a crash.
the sound of a body hitting the ground, legs, one, two, three, four snap.
fawn have spots, i always forget. this one had a wound on its left rear thigh. it would have gone on its own anyway.
misery begone, i pour the rest of my beer on its torso.

1 comment:

  1. damn this one is crazy i really like what you've got going on here there's a vibe here

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