Martha

 

Martha drove mad hungry for late night pleasure
a bit of sloppy grease and golden parapet
blinking red lights lilting like tired cocoons across
empty intersections dodging dangerous potholes in the road
disappointment after disappointment spurned her onward
into midnight frenzy
a twisting growling savage diatribe spoke in hymns from
her guts
the sleeping denizens sheltered in dark boxes
dared not wake up
Martha would not be bothered
she plagued the quiet thoroughfares with her hot desire
racing through the city's deep oak shadows with her heavy foot
pressing the petal

until in the distance that waxing yellow light revealed itself
a beacon of hope
and under that banner
a burger.

TA