bone scrapes twisting
joints in motion
while fleshy eyeballs
sink further into sockets
watch watch
hear the soft tick of the pen
rubbing against malleable tissue
sponge pushing further into itself
burning and fleeing and faltering
imagine what could be next
then it is
i witnessed a car accident today,
it wasn’t a major accident,
no one died or anything,
but it was kinda startling to see
these two metal and plastic death boxes hurtling directly
into one another,
with little carbon flesh mounds jerked back and forth,
wondering, will i live through this,
or will this be the day, the hour, the moment
of my demise,
and then hood of the car crumpled,
the engine roared, the oil curdled, and the screeches
reached through each drivers’ soul,
asking for a prayer to lift them
count the amount of energy going in,
count the amount of energy going out,
depletion, exhaustion, revitalization,
but do it all again,
wake the machine up the next day,
and do it all again,
but this time, try to be a little more accurate
with the accounting
Fred Aiken Writing 