in transit

[kitsch]

theres a cold comfort knowing
there is nothing i can do
its in transit
you'll get yours soon enough

and the misty rain that falls
reminds me of the spray
that the tires of the semi
flung onto my windsheild
on the interstate

i took a ****
at the rest area
on exit 47A
on the wall of the stall
someone had written
the epitaph to
the ghosts of the highway

"solution to karma:
i'll fuk you up"

underneath was scribbled
an advertisement for a blowjob
given by a hot mexican boi
i stared
absent mindedly
at the phone number
201 - 1488

i microwaved a frozen pizza today
and burned myself
happenstance

i saw the dominos fall
and smiled to myself
man-made fate

my solution to karma
is in transit
and it will fuk you up

[lwatkins]

bravo!

excellent. once again rough - but thats why its so bloody brilliant