where 2

by joel abel - Taurus

the pistol
shook in his hand

jerking with every bit
of gravel
and every pothole

lights passed by
in a blurred
flash,

the crank rattled
across the back
of a mapsco
in a white fan.
he was screaming
above the
roaring
crazed sound of
the over reved engine.


"tell me, motherfucker!"
he screamed
his eyes white and red
his voice on the
verge of shredding
"where the fuck is it?"

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2001-10-31 22:51:45
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:15
Poem ID: 65624

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