Once Upon a Time

F.M. Static buzzing the radio

The reflective yellow dotted lines zipping down the highway

Like your truck is a monster eating pac man

As you drive 5 north of the speed limit

Without seeing another set of headlights fore or aft

And it is dark dark dark

It is a new moon

This “Aliens will come get you” dark.

And the air has a certain crispness to it.

It has certain harmony embedded in it.

It includes the smell of dirt and pinyon and desert grass. 

The white roadway reflectors dot your peripherals.

You impulsively turn off your headlights.

There is no law out here.

There is no one out here.

Just you and a 2 ton hunk metal hurtling into the abyss.

And only the amber of a lit cigarette punctuates the air.

And no one knows where the fuck you are.

No one knows where you are.