rear view
October 11, 1983
am i looking over my shoulder in life's rear view mirror
all the time is that what i'm doing
constantly checking out what's
behind me
instead of looking straight ahead
with only a brief glance
backwards e.g. when some monster from the past
breathes down my neck
and i think it's going to
overtake me i'm in motion forward drive
(the wheel's marvelous invention)
as long as i keep my foot
on the gas i'm not in reverse am i
(et cetera) and then the dialog
with myself ends like a tape-recorded message
my voice says to me succinctly
driver you are the driver aren't you
drive the road