Drum God

Our hands enmesh.

Heartbeats

sync. Thump—

thump—thump—

Minds shift

toward a higher

gear.

//

//

Already,

our world tunnels—

now

only a small

flicker

of atmosphere.

//

//

Turgid silence steers

pedal

to steel.

We,

the gods,

imagine our voices:

faster. Faster, now.

//

//

Streetlights snuff

tic

by steady tic. Inside

this deep midnight,

inside this metal

frame—

//

//

euphoria festers.

//

//

Guided now

by distant flames,

their howls, they beckon:

faster. Faster, now.

hearts

drum—the sweltered

weight bears

differently

now—

thud-dump—thud-dump—

thud-dump—

//

//

Air pressure

presses bodies deeper

into leather.

Our weightlessness

a dependency—

throats

choke

on

dopamine.

//

//

brains release hit

after hit after

hit.

We,

the gods,

imagine our voices:

Move.

Like the road is our bow,

the car, our arrow—

the stars,

our prey.

//

//

Orion would be proud.

//

//

His soft voice, yearning,

we imagine him saying:

faster. Faster, now.

//

//

Rubber burns. Sick taste

of street fire,

exhilaration,

asphalt.

Even the stars begin

to tunnel.

//

//

Shot

after shot after

shot.

//

//

faster. Faster, now,

we hear him

whisper.

//

//

The highway bends.

Thumping hearts

beat, reverberating

in our ears

like drums.

We,

the gods,

//

slow

//

for no one.

//

//

Faster. Faster now.

Faster. Faster now.

Faster. Faster—