all world’s a stage
always about to
disengage
inches under
packing up
on thunder
the seat belt has you
in a tight embrace
until hell’s ablaze
when trapped inside a cage
the throttle
snarls, enraged
the bobble head on the dashboard
empathized with
the paralyzed road
the city slips
into a daze
the infantry solemnly obeys
the stranger
on the looking glass
aimlessly laughs
to chance upon a
moment of bliss
looking into the abyss