you curse the sirens in your Rearview,
the roads were yours Alone.

your center console bottle flashes red and blue,
you’re petrified by the sirens haunting your Rearview.
your final note beneath the bottle fills your mouth with puke,
your vision blurs, you swerve, you groan,

you curse the sirens in your Rearview,
the roads were yours Alone.