Driving Poem by David Michael Jackson


I drive the streets in the rain and
wonder if the neck will hurt if

I write tonight

Pain is as necessary as the rain

as anger

as sorrow

as joy

I bare my mammal lips back over my mammal

teeth and bear it like the last wolverine

or that final wild grizzly

I raise upon my haunches and I snarl at

the approaching hunter

he won’t take me easily