Blanco, the great white car
devours its passengers
as seemingly old friend
dives into eardrums
to deliver smiles;
to sing us August carols.
The world leader in orthopedics
is spotted from east side highway
near river where helicopter passengers
recently drowned.
I’ve never crossed that bridge;
maybe I never will.
This slice has been topped with sticky sweetness,
bleached smell of potential lives failing to take hold;
failing to enrich anything
save my experience
and his imagined diet?
Not true!
Even in dreams
my shot penetrated no flesh
yet left me penetrated all the same;
slicing through me,
I lay bleeding copious conflicting sensations
that may yet one day kill me
if left untreated.
Better to die knowing truth
than to live knowing nothing of the kind.
Written by Jason Wright
August 7, 2018