Stephen Lewandowski


My hands grip the wheel
can we drive to hell or will
we have to get out and walk?
It’s a simple wrong turn
I thought I knew
where this road goes
then the walls close in
the tunnel narrows so
there’s no turning around
or backing up
I can only go ahead
into the dark
my lights don’t seem
to be working right—no
beam from high or low
on the tunnel walls
I must be heading
for rebirth or digestion
does the car have a soul?
where will I park?