sometimes...

sometimes i feel like driving

driving so far up that the stars

look like ants or

like little people when they

look like ants when peering

out of the 38th floor window.

driving so fast that 83 cheetahs combined

at the speed of 72 mph,

multiplied

by 15 million lightyears

are eating sandwiches

from the dust in which i leave them.

sandwiches.

sometimes i feel like driving through

tunnels.

tunnels that lead to the heart of the earth,

in other words,

China

that is where everything is made,

therefore it is the heart,

making these tunnels

through which i drive

the veins that pump me through.

sometimes i feel like driving.

driving an automobile so

carefully constructed

with regret and riding on

wheels

of a new tomorrow.

taking me places that

we never spoke of in our

fairytale dreams,

because they were "too good to be true."

sometimes i feel like driving with no

road maps nor routes to restrict me,

no predetermined destination

other than that of complex equations

inside your beautiful head.

sometimes i feel like driving.

driving over the fallen autumn leaves

of our memories,

hearing each one crunch under

the tires as i speed away,

fast enough for a reckless driving citation,

in a 500 mph zone.

i tell you that sometimes i feel like driving,

but my car is blocked in tonight.

so for now

i guess i'll stay