optimum speed

i’m going to go straight
take the back streets
home
going to slow
the wheels
down
till the thoughts
hover happy
like a drunken
sentence smooth
over bumps
around bends
behind assumptions

not turn right
that’s the freeway
accelerate without the wind
without the legs
getting tired
and a heart
squashed like a
gravitron

shave seconds
off a bearded lady
only to arrive
at the conclusion
that it’s too late
you’re already there

her heart races
my thoughts wander
forty k’s an hour
i have found
is optimum
for things
to fall into place
into line
into a deeper kind
of consciousness