Ok, this scares me to death, but I thought I'd share one of my poems.
I think of riding in the car that evening,
brown eyes reflecting the onyx plate road.
Fractal slices of the moon split on the
porcelain ribbon, alabaster ice cream
sliding off scalloped edges onto hard,
One lurch, two, wheezing thoughts come on
this empty ride to hospital;
The shuddering gears slip,
the death rattle exhaust belches the moon
over the horizon. I can't feel my arms.
You’re driving, it’s alright;
I have the night and the stars and the feel
of the car humming against my thighs.
As long as your liquid eyes hold the road
I'll make it, make it back
one piece at a time.