Don't understand why the mountain roads are not straight.
Poisonous red falls from black clouds.
Adding just a little more excitement.
Thrills and chills racing along rage ragged nerves.

Sip the bottle to burn away the haze.
And cloud the brain some more.

Turn too fast around a gentle curve.
Oily residue shimmers on top of red water.

Mountain Oak Before Wide Eyes!

Where did the sedan come from?
Black nothingness. . .