with fellow immortal
in 93 had driven Cape Breton
the careen of steep breath
splash crashing stonedrop
the depth width of pupils
naked from the waist
down at 125 cruising speed
policeless pleasing carless
stretch, each the only
each
the only being alive
wriggling
god and god
fellow immortal
lost his key to Olympus
in 99. A T-crash
bloodied steering wheel
of senior blinded by sunset
cracked his sternum*
His loss was mine
suddenly yoked to terminable
was as if a parent had died
left a middle-aged orphan
no tight hugs to say goodnight
ceiling doom, staring up
unspeakable shortlife,
nerves jangled
*in the relevant moment
too busy, forgot to make a wish
re-livid roadside uncurling into
whip lashed replays, can insert:
nothing can ever change?
How can Hercules call helplines
bill payment sorted, have tense should
-ers, ums… sleep hums though the
mortal fellow, eyelid a fallen petal
under my chapped lips