What The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

 

The Apocalypse Riders

 

 

Journalists did their research,

Spooky chronicles of the event,

We became shooting criminal stars,

Just for a while,

Till somebody somewhere killed someone else,

A creativity boom ruled our wigwam,

 Our artistry was in demand,

Nick shot and sold road disasters,

I never found them to be attractive,

He made a good deal,

Publishers surely did,

Snapshot were glamorous white and black photos,

They had everything people bought,

Real life, real death, fire, wind, horror, luck and rivers of tears,

The fangs of devil and the fingers of God,

Like a gaper I gazed at the crashes,

I was pushed around by rubbernecks,

I ran into something,

I knew it would happen,

A lethally crumpled car in a ditch,

And a copse of a guy nearby,

‘The car is exactly like yours,

Don’t publish it,

It is a bad sign’,

‘It is my best shot,

The shadows are awesome,

You don’t need to check his pulse,

To realize that the rider is clinically dead,

It allows you to see inside’,

A car skidded off the highway,

It failed to perform a tight turn,

A driver might turn a steering wheel too abruptly,

 He suddenly saw night falling before him,

 It had been going one hundred miles per life or even more,

I crashed my Porsche one thousands times,

It cost hundreds thousands dollars,

When I did it, I perfectly knew,

Don’t press too hard the brake,

Straightening up I had to calm down,

I should have let slush extinguish the speed,

Lazily slowing down,

But there was a stray tree or a pole,

Life is a donut,

It’s beautiful when it has a hole,

Right in the center,

I stuck in the middle,

My Porsche broke in half hugging the gallows,

Turning into a meat grinder,

Repair cost crazy money,

Money was not real,

It was a great car video game,

In real life everything was other way round,

I washed my hands but smell didn’t vanish,

It’s how a dead body smelt,

My brain memorized it,

It refused to forget it,

I was happy to have her, money and fame,

I was scared it would stay forever,

The indelible odor that told me,

That  life didn’t exist in the veins.