Humming vituperative against this stupid
Confused butterfly on the highway
Fluttering into truck’s vortexes
Caught at the nexus of nonexistence
And the random breath of life
You’re gonna fly
These masses move fast
The driver’d be aghast if they knew
How much trouble you were in
Torn at the seams like a lonely boy’s dreams
Torn apart by the winds
Your gonna fly
Can’t get up can’t get out can’t awaken
Off this painted asphalt, deathbed
Whiskey dreams are as exactly’d they seem
For this nectar drunken lepidopteran kaleidoscope
A racing absurdity, flying on, flung on by!
This life or any other,
But giant black splatters on icy windshields mean nothing
In this road-riding day dream.