The banger. Listening to the motor
slowing. Attitude adjustment one, two, and three.
Waiting for the fourth. Sleeping eyes.
Shields rising while windows open
to swallowed starlight.
Sleeping eyes. At the board,
remember the first time you conquered
your fear of the night
along the walk home years before?
Time stood still. Before the streetlights
returned and my palm stopped sweating
inside your hand. Waiting for the dogs.
The howls. The music bangs inside. Strobe blood red.
Upon arrival. It is time to wake up.
It is time to wake up.
