Rain hitting
against the windshield,
droplets looking
like tiny specks of sperm
racing across
the window aimlessly.
Travelling past
the pastures and the fields,
the signs
reflecting back on the slick wet road.
The heir of a
dog driving with no destination,
over 90 miles an
hour on an empty highway.
The cigarette
dangles loosely from his lips.
Plumes of smoke
drifting through his airways,
He flicks the
rest of the butt outside.
He lights up
another one,
after a few
drags,
it breaks like a
cheap condom.
“Shit!” He
shouts in frustration,
“Worthless
fucking fags”
He tosses it out
on the street.
He takes out his
bottle of brandy,
Taking a swig
he swishes it
around his mouth,
letting it
linger on his tongue.
The acrid taste
of the acid,
helping him to
forget
the mistakes
he’s made.
The alcohol
numbing his senses,
his thoughts
scattered like the sparse stars.
He breaks down,
the tears
blurring his vision.
He is left with
bruises and scars,
he curses her,
himself and his existence.
He lets it all go.
