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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: charm
Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 23:04:42 -0400 (EDT)
charm we're barreling down the highway it's late at night headlights towards us veering is it us or them we can't tell who's awake one direction or the other there's no time like in the duel to think we smashed against the rail just a second in midair falling and hardly breathing before everything disappears we've got a truck to the left of us throwing things first small than larger than screaming slamming against us we've got a small car we can't fight them off we spin we slalom crashing over the edge we're in midair just like in easy rider we're dead along the highway i'm driving sleeping i'm seeing double seeing lamposts bend everything filtered and shaky i can't think what's that now the radio's off the radio's on i don't know the difference is it you talking or me wait you're not moving i'm not moving the world turns fast suddenly it's all over we're rounding a bend furious lightning sudden crack we're startled slide into the traffic down the embankment just like in crash we're jammed and careening no stopping us brakes give out no nothing eighteen wheels coming up fast no stopping them we're crushed beneath no moving now motor halts we're hard slammed through the windshield my throat's cut i can't see anything where are you we're hurt screaming the car's heaped on top us night the rain the search dead cell phone we're out of luck the pedal won't ease up we're out of control skidding hailstorm shattered glass i swerve too fast engine light's on gaslight oil light brakelight too we're bullet hurtling night we've got all day to get there =