two red cars
slip between streetlights
down State Route 1-3-2
twin demons
at the mercy of stoplights
screaming a hundred
miles an hour, stereo
speakers pump Public
Enemy (yeeeeeah boyee!)
into the street
weave through traffic
hip-hop drives the drivers
as Flavor Flav screams
about hype, drivers’ eyes
intent, locked on black
road before them
cars are temporary
obstacles to be
avoided at best
people cross the road
in dark clothes
take their lives like
coins, flip, unsure
whether they will
catch those quarters
ever again
one gets stuck
behind a pickup
sees receding red
taillights in the black
INSTANT NOODLES 