mourning

I like the car better
with the lights off
trees are like veins
spreading through the air
oil is like tears
spilling out of our cars
I need to write it all down
but can’t til the light’s red
and by then the pedestrian signs
will be flashing
telephones spread across the sky
coffee’s spilling onto my knees
I feel like I’m going to puke
but can’t til the window’s down
and even then
won’t make it in time
to get the best parking spot
at the bicycle shop