Green To the end

Nightside ride

Her appetite lives past the redline’s edge
where sanity frays and what’s real goes thin.
Behind black shades her face is furnace-red,
rear-view full of blue lights too slow to close in.

Valentino venom, liquid-lime and mean,
engine snarling in antediluvian time.
Metamorphic deer scatter like bad omens,
Petty’s ghost cowers in the pine.

She snarls sin, torches an old Freightliner
A trucker’s air-horn blesses the flame he can’t touch.
She is a magnesium flare-ignited
A living scrawl across midnight’s underbelly

Eyes bleeding comet dust, grit grinding between her teeth,
she kisses perihelion for one impossible beat