driving to dawn

alone 3:47 am

you begin to believe

that if you stare hard enough

the black will turn pink in the east

they are all out here

derelicts, insomniacs, crazies

weaving in and out racing creeping

talking to the sky too repeating daring you

to hit them so they have a reason to hit you back

these are the people

who get away with murder

by reason of insanity diminished capacity

knowing all they need is a shiny shoed attorney

& a portfolio of poems hit me go ahead hit me again

make my splendid rosy multicolored dawn come quickly