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...