Christopher Walken death wish (a poem)

Not much more productive today, really…

Somebody was talking about that one movie
with Christopher Walken talking
about driving at night, fighting the urge
to steer the car into the oncoming headlights

My urge doesn’t wait for night time
it sneaks up on me late afternoon
as I’m driving home from up north
in clear blue weather

And my vision is not a head-on collision
but a sudden swerve towards the median
my car doing sideways somersaults
cassettes and empty bottles flying everywhere

before that final bounce
brings the vehicular gymnastics to a halt
and blood trickles down the side of my face
as sirens sound in the distance

and the wheels spin down

(16 July 2018)