raining on a blind drive

the eyes read the mind not the road
where it says right lane they see light rain
inspite of the morning rays
actually it is true both ways

in your little motel the window goes blind
telling right from left becomes unimportant
it replaces yours with a blurry small tv-mind
of its own and the eyeballs but they are curtained
just a dash to a 7-11 for chips and beer
and the cheetah across the screen and the deer

the deer is running away and out of options
confined as it is into the rectangular blue
life outside the box may have been an ocean
yet in this case it is down to a lane or two
on the bed supine with a six pack cozy and nice
you blur with the chase and its pallid hue
caught within a pitiless thinking device
billing its prey on the run until it pays
actually it is true both ways

grope for the window until you finally find it
tearing away the dusty venetian blind
while the tv-brain sprouts its antennae
through your own and lightnings spark
water strikes water the clouds throng
you read it all wrong
it’s getting so damn dark

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One Response to raining on a blind drive

  1. деннетт says:

    Знакомое. Родное.
    billing its prey on the run until it pays
    вот это очень понравилось

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