Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: backseat driving

the backseat

cerebral backseat thoughts
trying to drive me off the road,
possibly to discover new terrain,
though also possibly to just see me crash and burn,
left maimed in the middle of nowhere
with strange fauna nipping at my exposed ankles
so i can’t walk down the hill
and find help in the open meadow

BACKSEAT BODY

there’s a body in the backseat of the car,
but they haven’t said a word,
and i’m not inclined to speak to them either,
especially if they’re going to be rude
and not laugh at my dumb pun jokes 
that makes very little sense