driving in a truck

Arrogantly you had said
that happiness is not it
biting into tart red flesh
is more important to you.

“Even Sisyphus feels joy
at the top of the mountain
I am not content with
content that anyone can make.”

You think these thoughts
spitting feathers from your mouth
Maybe I just drive people
to their deaths in a truck.

I drive people to their deaths
in a 1993 Chevy Silverado.

Try to take the scenic route
whenever possible; I’m nice.

Sometimes I’ll want to
apologize for the banal

vehicle to the glossy black
of forever but funds are tight.

It is costly to die and
know it; choking yourself

is a difficult rush
of blood to the eyes.

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