Wednesday, December 10, 2025

DAILY DRIVER

If death is a hotshot 
sadomasochistic stunt pilot, 

desperation is 
the unassuming, 

ruthlessly efficient 
chauffeur of my life—

impeccably liveried, 
morning, noon, and night

and willing to work 
for the pittance

of experience—
I'm so pleased

to watch it weave 
around the traffic 

of my common sense, 
bypassing 

all self-respect
to get me 

to the tomb 
on time.