Last Car Ride’s Sleep

Fast-paced blinks become 
Tiny blankets to cover 
Days of nightmares 
Dark and scary routines 

All liting the road ahead 
All blue and black to shed 
The streetlights damped 
With the viscous mist 
Coming from the steaming pile 
Of lies littering my life 

The empty road 
Like a mattress store 
With cushions painted in code 
All pointed forwards 
To a cloud of darkness 
No markings in the beyond 

The bedsheets as words 
The music of silence 
Turns smooth for a moment 
With the tires screeching 
Singing tunes of defeat 

The mattress store closes 
One last impulse buy
One last blink left 
One last closing door
My eyelids praying to keep me awake 

The side road motel room 
Has grass for linen 
The wallpapers tainted red 
With my windshield 
As the chandelier 

As a kid I dreamt 
I slept in a car bed 
To drive far and away 
From people and voices 
Outside my dream's reach 

With this crashing sleep 
I can dig the grave 
For the alarm clock 
That kept me awake 
Inside this bumpy car ride 

Hoka Hey 
Sunshine rising 
Slowly fading 
Only leaking gas 
My fatal breath waving