I, the only to gaze down the rear-view,

Amidst Thirteen, or Twelve who do not.

No glare off the bonnet they see,

Instead a large obstacle.

Dull? I pondered on the diesel fumes

Interrupting

And, we turned a corner, I braked. He gave

way, and off were we.

Unlike me, free.

Free from fees, fences, fickle souls.

Here I live, and as each road-line rolls,

My sight grows longer.

-Signed- 

Like a sunny, English day,

Rain just spoils

A sensation to decay.

Like the Queen and royals

Over time's ever-presence.

Doings of others, for others

To come too common.

But when I, Present-ed,

It leaves as did my

Toy Cat.

-Signed-

One touch right there,

One breathe does stare

Like a skipping heart

Or an ill tuned guitar

With razor chords

That stand on edge,

But pause, but bridge.

Not too fast. Hold.

And go again into you

And your heart's restlessness -

Ugly words tear ears,

Emotions scramble off tongues,

Explosive spit dwindles out the light.

And our senses are succumbed.

We fall back to ourselves;

There's one in a full bed.

-Signed-