NightWe sped down darkened highways holdingMore Like This
cameras with dead batteries and
cans of spray paint like loaded guns.
Drive, just drive, no destination.-
Those words we thought and whispered and
yelled out open windows.
We drove until the fuel gauge read E,
filled the tank,
then kept on driving- past cemeteries and road kill
like a buffet for the carrion crows.
The radio blared songs everyone hated,
So we turned up the volume
and still sang along
while playing drum solos on dusty dashboards.
When we ran out of road we borrowed intellect
from has-been authors and clichéd musicians.
We debated religion and philosophy
while composing hypothetical psychiatric prescriptions
to cure our fragile minds.