Mounting

Any moment can be
Taken.Thrown.Torn.
Frowning brows
must be lifted.

False reality written
on the other side
of the big hill.
Reality is dug deep on the other.

The city speeds
and oncoming lights
rarely get a second look
on the blacked out road.

Angered brake lights
resemble the dirt.
Where is everyone headed tonight,
so fast and careless?