Peter Chapman Poetry

Near Death Coincidental


dark out


highway, flying

awake? awake

flashing lights ahead

eyes, head, rain, fast

cars behind, coming 70

i slow to avoid what?

avoid smoke! huge cloud, tow-trucks flashing

smoke inside car, nothing

the fright of blind total nothing

stopped in 70 road, cars coming 70

death coming, waiting for crash, death certain

certain certain certain

then nothing, i must be crashed

dead, gone, but no...



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