A Road-side Affair

A case of bad reporting

A loose truck flies on the road

With murder in its eyes.

The drunken headlights flash

White lights of warning

To a lost bus

That ghosts past nothings

Destined to land a brazen kiss

Straight on the face

Of the soaring truck

In the middle of nowhere.

 

What smashes what explodes what thrusts what pierces

What hisses what stings what roars what groans

What gropes what claws what burns what smokes

What gags what strangles

 

Magnetism

Can be a cruel phenomenon,

Even metaphorically.

Who could tell what made the first move?

Really? At that heavenly speed

Could there still be

Any scope for foreplay?

That was one hell of a road

To divine experience.

 

They were caught in the act,

The two on fire.

All stunted lights-

Red, yellow, green, neon, blue-

Started working again,

All thanks to the colossal impact.

Honestly,

It rainbowed that night.

 

All one can say is that

After the ruthless smooching,

Things escalated quickly.

No genius could tell them apart.

United in death and funeral,

They made one gigantic carcass

Where one melted away

Through sweating

While trying to hump the other

And the other

Exploded while performing

An exquisite somersault.

 

Who can tell what won?

Considering

That the number of corpses inside one

Equals

The number of corpses inside another,

Curse Newton and Physics

And let’s just call it a draw.

It's everyday news after all.