makeshift gear

makeshift and the drive is smooth
the lever now commanded at hand
make me whisper in your ear
so i can tear in deep
say everything i wanted to say
let my head explode while you're sitting there
in tears
from laughter
and the hair and the mouth and the ear
all in tune to the radio blasting
on a station never listened to
all in a limelike everything happens
it all comes flowing out
what a filthy sight with all's in now out
out onto the beautiful apolstery
and windows
birds perching and screaming at dying trees
and leaves and thieves steal my sight
set foot on my plight
wherever i roam
whenever i feel like home
to go into purgatory with my head exploding
into little holes i've never seen
and secret passages now turned
the car explodes
it burns into intensity
and the hair
and the mouth
and the ear
all in tune
to the sound of my voice
to the sound of my thoughts
to the smell of my tears
whenever i'm glad you're near
with your hand on the wheel
moving further and further away from home

-winston campbell-