Joyride

I don’t want this ride to end.
So you see it for what it is.
Rainbow spew and hearts renewed
fighting the good fight no one ever wins.

I don’t want this ride to end.
Somewhere ripped from the headlines,
Internet stole you and forced smiles all around.
Look at your facade now.
Nothing to fear, and nothing to dread.
I don’t want this ride to end.

We all run out of gas.
All the exhaust hangs on, hangs out.
You breathe it in and swear its all you have.
There are rings of smoke everywhere you look.
Hide under the low lying clouds, where sunlight has it’s way with you.

I don’t want this ride to end.
Keep your eyes on what’s ahead
…and your hands on the wheel.

In a Vaccum

Tap the hole, the concrete, see it expand,
spider veins and cracking wise,
so watered down over time.
She left you here for good, be thankful you can still crawl,
walls crumble around; and the wind whips your torso into the incoming squall.
Your torrential mist, tight fisted until the bitter end– and limbs dangling at the edge.
The imminent rush, dour exchange and the leftovers, residual to what’s in my head.
I’ll escape with my life and you can keep what’s left.