red fingernails tapping on a bar

I am a corpse, a hitchhiker,
body parts
on the side of the road
when I say night
tragedy swallows me
a black sheet of rain

lit up
by lightening
wrapped around a torso
my torso
like death, like a woman's
thighs, I am wet, a hitchhiker
stuck to the vinyl

seat of a car
in the shadows
behind the driver
roaring thunder
who shows me yellow teeth
when he laughs and red eyes
in the mirror
I am thirst, picked up

on the highway, a reason to drink
the driver passes a bottle
to his brother, who grins
like a mad man
and sings off-key
Elijah
built like a barrel

of belly fat,
rolled in a tee shirt
passing the bottle back to me
and I'm a cock, wrapped
in a cunt, hurtled into the last moaning
requiem, a blistering howl

I tip the bottle to the roof
and keep it there
savoring
a fiery drink
listening to rain
on the roof top
red fingernails
tapping
like a whore in a bar
tapping

impatient
I am a dead man, a corpse
body parts scattered
all over
the road

just like that
a sudden light
a screech of brakes