Motorway Poems

I: NEW DRIVER

With a shift
From one gear
At high speed
In a burnished fear
Falling like flowers
On a spring afternoon
Showers of curses
On me, I assume.



II: DISTANCE DRIVER

stars
fast cars
a lass too far
at the coming of night
and the dawn of day
a roofless flight
along the motorway
amber strobe light
and white street lines
to the vanishing point
in parallel times
the flat horizon
can’t check our speed
or slow our haste
an oil slicked greed
a lust for waste
a taste of grace
and chromed-up steel
do you feel alarmed?
charmed
by fast cars
and stars