checkmate

driving fast in the rain

singing to songs we don't know.

the music so loud

you can't hear the cars,

but you can hear a heart beat.

the air smells like thunder

and tastes like a late night;

neon lights and lemonade.

the sky is holographic --

blue-pink if you look

with one eye closed.

i'm feeling everything

and nothing at all.

the night like fire spreads,

yellow taxis light the road.

this is my medication,

can i have it in doses?

we might die soon,

but we might live, too.