the sky is milky blue
the moon a seashell pink
grey yellow dusky hue
it's hard to drive in
rush hour steel and speed
what with the soft gorgeous luminary light
seeming to be beckoning me...
the lopsided slipping sad rectangle eyes
and carved pumpkin streched smile grins down
causing my divided attention...i hope i don't have an accident, but who can ignore...?
i want to point out the glowing obvious
to those around me, those
hard grimaces, those busy eyes, those
hands clutching cellphones and fries as they drive
they seem to be missing the reality
they seem in their frenzy to be almost asleep