Untitled - June 5, 2004

Everything is slick
against broken seats
and tattered vinyl.

Seated gingerly on the edge,
the anticipation outweighs
the reality of watching eyes
and listening ears.

Caution veers to the right
as everything is flung to the left
and restraint is just another word
for rusty seatbelts and cracked leather.

Every portion of the mile
brings the end closer -
jerking across the city streets
and falling over the edge.


#2 of the Taxi Cab Confessionals Series