I am driving
and John Lennon fills the car with a call to imagine
as my car floats
into the open sky with no heavens or hells,
its wings soar above countries
with no borders or religions
as an angry red dragon whooshes up
bellowing on an intercept course
red flames will consume the foolishness
of your dangerous dream.
Yanking on the steering wheel, I nearly hit a homeless man
whose sign declares
you will run me over because you can’t see me.
His children draw pictures of scrawny cats and dogs
who lay in their laps and ask why
people don’t just share the world
with no need for greed or hunger
why is there not kinship among all creatures
as the dogs and cats scurry away into the hollow of the sky
before being accused as heedless brutes.
The streaming songs flip into the dirge of Skyfall
as the car plummets towards an Earth made of stone,
the voice of autopilot tells me to stand tall
stand together with others as we face the fall,
the Earth crumbles beneath us who have drowned
we let our hearts burst again,
since the highway is endless
the arms of our lover
are not enough to keep the sky from falling,
as I push the peddle to the floor and head for galaxies.
The galaxies stream in bright yellow, red and green
time has abandoned gravity nothing
can fall or crumble or pass into the black hole
labeled endless night
its true depth measured in hate,
the car flies ever higher evanesces into a cloud
arching from the beginning of the world to its end,
within its weaving wisps sits silently
a row of dreaming ancients who smile at the confusion below.