California, Gracefully

Two sets of taillights burn dim

And divide stretch for miles

Making track marks across

What veins fail to carry

You should have taken my keys

While my hands were shaking

You could have kept the dead gone

Entombed in the soil of arms

Raise the breathing abrasion

With a turn of the key

Lost motor skills and a set cruise control

Mangled insect screams

Through the puddles of drool

Mainline the highway, baby

Tie off the concrete veins

And set the radio to FM love songs

Clocked relapse defined by the rpm's of a static heart

Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon

Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets

Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines

Through the withdrawn rear view addict

Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam

You want me dead, you should have called me home

Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close

I can feel the dry heaves moisten, I can feel the blood withdraw

You are my failed twelve step program

Red light could kick this habit, needle full of junkies fuel

Drops of blood on her fingertips

Your arms are a deprivation chamber

Sterile to sixty in forever flat

Dissolve into the coast like John Wayne

A hero and his heroine, damn