Rush Hour
Smog stains the sky
A rusty, reddish hue
A deafening roar breaks the silence.
A placid day on the 405
Erupts into freeway violence.
A black seven series cuts me off
As I cruise the number four lane
Southbound towards Long Beach.
I brake so fast to avoid collision
I nearly fishtail in a sudden screech.
I make a quick lane change
And race up alongside him
With my pedal to the floor.
Reaching for the glove box
I grab my Magnum .44.
The man in the other car
Pulls out his .38
But mine is so much bigger
Keeping this in mind,
I aim and pull the trigger.
I blow the brains
Out the back of his head
With this pistol I wield
Splattering blood on the driver’s side window
And the front of his windshield
His eyes cold and blank
Crimson fluid pours from his mouth.
Brain matter spread upon the dash
His car still accelerating,
Hits another with a crash.
I speed away quickly
A grin across my face
Enjoying the thrill of acceleration.
Killing that road hog
I feel a sense of vindication.
Taking in the sights
In my beautiful auto
Of steel, glass, and chrome
I put back my gun
And smile all the way home.
03/13/07
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