A Fighter to the End
He dreamed he
drove his
car off a
cliff in
the dead
of night
& all
the way
down wrestled
with the
steering wheel,
as if
he could
out-maneuver
gravity.
He dreamed he
drove his
car off a
cliff in
the dead
of night
& all
the way
down wrestled
with the
steering wheel,
as if
he could
out-maneuver
gravity.
Filed under poems & short jabs