Nightriding 2

Perfect fugue of van engine &
Bat for Lashes on NPR "World Cafe".
I'm in the middle of nowhere,
also known as Rte 133 in Essex or Ipswich
or Somewhere-Else-Ville.
Back x back nightrides,
this night in the most remote of places.
Driving through the fields & bogs of mist,
moist grasses & treacle airs.
Fish restaraunts & a half-remembered bookstore,
a night of fancy & murder.
Bat for Lashes play three "lo-fi" numbers
but that includes a drum machine & marxaphone?
Ghostly female vocals & my groggy head.
I could be in purgatory.
I could be driving off the edge of sanity.
I am a somnambulant with a steering wheel,
total recall in the morning...
but what did I do?
How did I get from Point A to Salisbury?
To Rye, New Hampshire?

I have so much trouble just losing myself in the moment,
but this is one of those.
Always music as the conduit,
the liquid relaxant poured through the ears.
Aural yoga.
A soft pie piece served with cream.
A lap dance in New Orleans.
A cushion for the cat.
A brazier of wafting anesthesia.
Midnight moves.
A creamsicle & sit before the fan.
Endearments in a trunkfull of love letters.
The last day of August.
The final underwater tympani.
The sleep of the utterly exhausted.