they turn into trees,
rocks,
landscape after a while.
i was never sure if i was just moving so fast
or them slowing down so much
that made it seem so.
until the crash(BANG)
sent the change
smokes
clothes
everything reeling
tumbling
like a cannon loaded
with a suitcase
everything lost
at least what wasn't shed already
in lieu of aerodynamics
and weight...
naked, burned on the road
by the road...
now one choice...
faster.
get
home
she'll patch you up
and keep the guts
on the inside
where they belong
much to their chagrin,
this whole time they spent
jumping at the moon.