This Is Caustic

I have faith

That this is something I will never recover

I have acted haphazardly

An inane lumberjack

chopping down

A forest of friendship

I look back

On a landscape of stumps

And destroyed habitats

This is who I really am.

~My shadow refuses to follow.

Love,

Digress.

Petite Le Mans

Dead

On the back straight

Two turns left.

Running on fumes the last

10 laps.

An upset title

In the fingertips

And like the afternoon

Of yesterday

Victory and

The last drip

Drops of petrol

Burn away

Leaving only headlamps

And the

Roar of the others

Piercing the

Autumn evening.

~ Sad to see you say good bye like that 430. Hello 458.

Love,

Digress.