Freeway Madness: #2 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

"What are you smiling about? "
My bespectacled inamorata said.
"They can't contain my madness."
She stood in shock and awe,
Wiping the China and making
Terrible glassware cacophony
And utensil clangor,
"That's because you're invincible."
I did not understand her
Subliminal, but all I know is that
She's right.

And so I looked at the slow
Midnight approaching the sky,
And I thought of my pace
And it was like cheating death
Or stealing the burst out of life.
I watched the chagrined streets
Outside as I am sitting in front
Of this machine, listening to
The bedroom voice of my inamorata
As she sings in front of her
Vanity mirror, stroking her wonderful
Hair forming locks of splendor
And I thought about the freeway
Madness yet again.

I wonder how many
Collisions ended terribly
At 40 miles per hour compared
To the fatality of a searing
Speed of 110 miles and I thought,
You crash and you burn
All throughout this madness;
Might as well kill it with
A rummaging speed that
Defies even the swiftness of
Light.

My inamorata opened a bottle
Of liquor, poured that silent
Revelry of an intoxication
On that glass and I took a slug,
And she made her own and
Garnished it with her breath.
She raised her glass,
As she noticed my wry smile
While looking at the streets.
She offered a toast,
"To the freeway madness
You were prattling about."

This is just one of those many
Victorious nights I have
Ever had.