He walked through ten fields of wheat
to find the corner that’d beat him,
the sky went yellow in defeat,
there came a bellow from the heavens,
through the verge he found a snake
made of tarmac he remembered,
tire tracks across its face,
this was the place where he’d been tempted
by the broken beams on the line of trees,
by the teasing skin, washed and black,
by the madding glare of the windscreen soaked,
the stink of oil, raped and chocked.
Now the rain dulled everything
with the sweetness of the morning,
wet tarmac warming is a thing
of pure solace when you smell it,
the breathalyzer made no sound
though he had blown with all his courage,
pound for pound his car had lost,
the cost was nothing, he’d seen heaven
in the twinkling eyes of the midnight road,
in the flush surprise, tow and crush,
in the sick disguise of the highway code,
the thrill chastised from the fear.
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