Speed-trapped

poetry

When you’re used to breaking the
sound barrier, 165 miles per hour is
a safe and prudent speed.
So, despite the wing mirrors folding
and the windows shaking in their frames,
with four hot wheels balanced on the
rainslick pavement on the highway,
everything seems like it’s going to be
alright. And even if everything goes
terribly wrong, it won’t be that way
for very long.

3 thoughts on “Speed-trapped”

  2. opoetoo's avatar

    flying down a country road late at night with Kenneth in his TR 6 ,top down.
    (Kenneth who once broke in and drove a jeep through the showroom window)
    Kenneth looks at me and says ,” Dont be scared if we crash now its all over instantly.”

    Me and Kenneth understand the last line.

    thanks

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