Handbrake

Less than next to nothing in the ride

Aside from the fact that

Time waits for nobody, so doesn’t dying

I wait for nobody, time after time

Greasy like Esau and sleep in the slime

Slide to the wayside and blind-eye the signs

Time takes a toll until the bell chime is mine

All hail the tall tales and lies that I told

All hail and ice as I fly down the road

And my tires lose control

And I won’t make the turn

All smiles from me though

I dreamed of the curve

The dip in the landscape

The click of the handbrake

The hiccuping man shaped the wicked and bland way

I staved off the traitors, the minute-hand sand snakes

The ache that I felt when I realized the crown’s fake

And great gates of Hell, there’s a reason my hands shake

And hand shakes the tail