Alone in my car
by David L O’Nan (c), Regular Contributor
Alone in my car
I am the canvas
A painting by some reclusive mind melt
A rusted brush filled with the decay of overuse
Colours matched in thought
Colours of pain emit a blinking warning
Through blank stares
Alone in my car
Christmas Season energy
Lights trickling reflections onto a dark street
The lamps buzzing in and out
Passing through gang fights
Mind becoming sterile
Your numb to every night
A new gunshot popping near like a falling leaf
Your focus is slow motion madness
Freedom to barriers subconsciously
Alone in my car
Feet bleeding into the pedal
Hands chapped by the crumbling
of a steering wheel
A spirit waves goodbye
in the passing of slaughtered trees
Through the back window
The cold air breathes
Sticks to the heat
Alone in my car
Noise, silence, deafness coming down
From a prehistoric sky
Heaven will make more clouds
Once it disperses of
the depressive rejected ones
that seem to bathe in bruises.
Alone in my car
Asleep in my aura
Vision is dreaming
Dreaming the familiar reality
