riding along



nails on a chalkboard

screeching your name

direct mail right to you

no one is more surprised


i call to you

leaned out a window

never more appealing

tendril at your ear


wonderment alongside

dazzling expectations

drooling with anticipation

the nation fawns over you


epitaph is waiting

only you know what’s next

adventure to fulfill

never one dull moment




alias trippin’


alone and desperate

noises in the wind

what would you be

if you stopped?


a never-ending

ever unfolding

drama of the

highest degree


a fake right down

to the wire

you don’t have a

clue who you are


need a license

to drive a car

but anyone can

be a parent