In a Sudden Depression (Roadside)
In a sudden depression,
I say maybe you should just let me
lie down in a ditch, and I see,
as you drive through the darkness, me opening
the car door, only the scuttle’s gentle, not fast,
the body finding at last
a roadside channel where algae ivies
my cheek and eyes stare glassily
as pond scum, not perhaps
as active, (though bugs do frond
the uproots of
my hair something squinching
my ear) and you, driving steadily, say, no,
that wouldn’t be a good idea,
and I, glad for the seat belt, say still, to be dramatic,
why not sooner
than later? as you, adjusting the brights, answer, what’s wrong
with a little
procrastination?
the only roads home sometimes
these dark
curved ones.
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A short draft poem. Please read with a sense of humor!
ManicDDaily 
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