Four foot and eleven inches of grit
Wearing violent red shoes.
Hijacking life
From the seat of a gold Honda Civic
Indigo boa held hostage for the ride.
Brahms plays on oblivious
From speakers
On the dash.
Old 33’s on BBC
As the browbeaten car blows one-twenty.
There is no rush of course.
But, of course
There’s a rush from rushing
You should know –
Short legs move faster
To keep up.

Bryson Thomas