The Drive

The Drive

By Steve Carey

I was alive at the wheel.

Just the five of us are enjoying life.

I was speeding along San Monica Blvd.

I can’t get too greedy.

I shared the weed with my friends.

I cared for another hit.

I was so daring.

I let go of the steering wheel.

My mind was on the drugs in the back seat.

I ran into a street light by Rage.

The car flipped over a couple of times.

That was some DEAD trip.

We went on a trip to Heaven or Hell.

Hello, are we…

Are we home from the drive?