D.U.I.

It happens quickly
there's a slow motion moment
where the world stops
and impending doom begins
"shit" would come to mind
if it had the time
and then there's violence
bending metal and breaking glass
your heart beat pounding in your ears
heavy behind the sudden pressure of compressed air
hard cracking sounds that might be plastic
or even bone
an instant protracted in a squeal of rubber and metal
the feel of steel in intimate communion with your flesh
as your car flows itself around you
carne asada wrapped in a unibody tortilla
blood as salsa
and there's the smell of gasoline
and sparks under the dashboard raining on your imprisoned legs
the flavor of a plastic steering wheel teases your tongue
toying with your teeth
whetting your appetite
for sweet release

you know it's time to go
but you can't seem to find

your keys