– nightfall: wheels on fire –

Burnin’ through this rubber

like it’s midnight oil.

Roadways crack and stutter

as unleaded boils.

Tempted by the jungle sound,

the safari happens now,

with

these

wheels

on

fire, fire, fire.

Radio shakes the auto

down Fifth Avenue.

No twinge here of sorrow,

just views of the moon.

Lying to myself I dare,

dashing through the Midwest air

with

these

wheels

on

fire, fire, fire.

As I hit the downtown plain,

impulse slaps me hard.

Watchin’ that highway exit name, I

turn with no regard.

Speeding down the southern path,

towards the kingdom I may crash

with

these

flamin’,

no

sense of

tamin’,

bright and

burnin’

wheels

on

FIRE, FIRE, FIRE.

~

~

D.J. Whisenant

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