The Fast Lane
1.
speedo is the creedo.
downs his lunch. has so much to do.
like a jackal, he tears through his work.
he's the machine. a well paid one
but the clock is king.
and greenbacks are big.
he has a storage locker
filled with antiques and motorcycles.
at five folks wedge together in elevators.
she's on his mind.
bodies clutter.
bus stops, traffic lights,
the pink sky is but a shadow.
no time to hear a crow or smell a flower.
he races through an alley
on his way to blue eyes,
the most beautiful gal in the world.
he runs bullet fast past a church.
leaps across the pavement.
ignores blaring horns.
his flight path is set.
he jumps the light. runs hard.
dodges a bicyclist.
the #17 bus was coming fast.
2.
so God said:
why the heck didn’t you slow down?
you still had years left.
no - you can’t go back.
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