That light is two powerful
I wince and wonder why I can’t
Gaze upon the grazing
Cows, in the food court.
Five hours until deadline.

Cruising toward a bundle
Of lights that make a city
The slat of glass ridges
My cheek as my head refuses
to stop leeking out of the car.

This feeling is wonderful
I havn’t been here before and
No remainder of reminiscence
Exists.
Two hours until deadline.

That gloopy bass lulls me
Through the dappled gummy
Crouded streets.
A flick of a ragged kerchief
And my snotless nose burns.

Tomorrow, I’ll walk to there,
That emerald hill that moles
The orange glow.
I’ll flake my skin on flaky bark
No deadlines.