Catch yourself hands up in neutral on a bad downhill
catching flies with your teeth and lashes cutting cars and
really road markings are a suggestion and if you get
from stop one to stop two on the busway you can
pull it off without a ticket and a citation for heroism,
but catch yourself hands up in neutral and look, ma,
all good, bombing the hell out of this town and
the world feels small and gigantic skyed at the same time:
making sense starts to feel frivolous and maybe
the devil may care this time around.
