Spastic Tango

[JamesG]

Spastic Tango

Driving the hard way
down the wrong shoulder,
up the hooded motorway,
gleeful texting as I go.
Drones droning to the left of me,
Sun boiling to the right,
chased by hate-filled robots
that want my job, my soul, my life.

They scatter all in front of me,
pearls clutching to their chests,
but inside I grow tentacles,
wet appendages that slap a
beat against the glass.
Feathers, fur, nails, and scales,
a hybrid monster, a hippogriff.
that flails and pecks and bites.

But nothing now can stop me,
nothing now can stop.
And as my speed increases -
I reach my apotheosis,
my destiny, my love.
Metal twisting fast around me,
embracing me, serrating me,
amputating me from my past.
Goodbye, you foreign country,
a tout a l'heure, you piece of shit,

With a terminal velocity,
a terminal escape,
I’m flying into the waiting Sun
into its open, shining maw.
We’re both spinning out of orbit,
dancing a fantastic, spastic tango,
two glittering monsters,
resolving now as one.




Maybe a bit clunky?  Or needs major surgery...

[busker]

I'm not quite sure about what is going on.
The poem gets harder to understand as it progresses, and the ending is completely cryptic. Is it just how someone's feeling while driving to work on a Monday morning? It's overdone.
So yeah, open heart surgery

With a terminal velocity,
a terminal escape,
I’m flying into the waiting Sun
into its open, shining maw.
We’re both spinning out of orbit,
dancing a fantastic, spastic tango,
two glittering monsters,
resolving now as one.