Poem inspired by Thursday

To the Tune of Understanding

The deafening screams
Set the tempo
For screeching tires
And worn out brakes

Unlocked doors and
Jimmied locks

Shattered windows and
A whirlpool of Firestone logos

Cracked rearview mirrors
Help us see, in many degrees
The damage done-
With so much left to do

Broken limbs and
Rainbow-colored contusions

Listen- To the hypnotic sound
Of the air vent as it whistles
Our last breaths- Breathe
Kiss your swollen cheeks,
Hit eject on the tape deck
I don’t want to hear a sound
As I hold you in my crippled arms

Blood-stained seats and
Dented dashboards-
This is my confessional

Roll the windows down
To hear the sound
Of the sirens screaming by

Emptied bottles-
Drown my sorrows,
As I whisper my last goodbye
That echoes in our splintered ears

Double yellow lines blur
With the confusion and
Those bruise-colored lips I used to kiss
As the radio plays our song, continuously