drunk on the county lights

i tilt my head back

and watch as the sky spins.

i hear metal groaning

and see

blue and

tinted white

lights flashing;

i imagine i'm going

faster than these rusted

seats could take me.

and i think to myself

through the children

screaming,

the drunkards

heaving,

and insignificance

grumbling about

the chill of rain,

if this is a glimpse

of the rest of my life

i just might

stick around

for another night.