the accidental dear hunter

by atti?

we have discussion like head lights
-dear,
i'm enamored by the snarled bumpers
and rusted bolts
you think make you anymore beautiful
than you look
in your own

smile.

this trainwreck is a car accident;

those rubber necks
made of fiberglass crack at the sight
of what we've become..

(as the engines run
-head on)

one.

if i was a coupe
you'd be a tractor-trailer
-if you were a tractor-trailer,
i'd be too drunk to see you coming
-if you saw me coming,
id be too drunk to see you turning
while i turned the same direction
in guessing what the opposite of the other's next
correction

wouldn't be-

we have awkward encounters
where hesitantly stepping side to side in unison
turns into a 16 car fox trot

pile up

that we can't help but to cause
-because scattered across those car wrecks
and shattered windshields,
the most adorning qualities of each driver
can be seen stopping to fill up the tank
for another 3000 miles

on good intentions;

where at the beginning of the journey
we see the end of our last endeavor,
as a reason to keep on driving

into oblivion.

we drive across separate arteries
at the same speeds in different times of the ride

-we drive, because we love the roads;

but more importantly,

where they go.

we drive with our eyes closed;
we ride with maps of eachother
stretched across the inside of the windshield.

i left our last accident early.
i figured i'd arrive early so i'd have time to pick her a flower
- and write a note attached to it that would say:

"i'm sorry i crashed into you last time.
i just missed

your touch.

i love you dear."

or something like that.

she left our last scene late
.. because she was so upset that i didn't stop

while she screamed it through the glass.

it took her a bit longer to compose herself.

but where i left early, she left later
-and where i stopped to pitty these rides
and to wonder if she was even coming this time;

she began to speed to make up for lost time.

i didn't mean to hit her,

she knows how much i truly care
-i just have a fucked up way of showing it.

and as we round the same corner

from separate ends,
those yellow lines begin to tangle
and we both just look ahead;
the roads all disappear, and the steal traps where we hide our hearts
fade into the scenic view

-of you.

we run at each other with open arms
-like the sappiest beach scene of your girlfriends
favorite love film

faster!

faster!

faster!

.. until we crash.

i'm sorry dear, i just ..
missed your touch.