This Simple Poem by Lane Morein

im writing from a car
lunging down a narrowing highway
clouds like stretchmarks are peeking
through the windshield
my portal to the world
and im slowly getting tired
of fighting
every moment of my waking life
and
i fight while i sleep
and
there are two of me operating in my brain
and
sometimes they slap each other
and
sometimes they bite
it seems i gave up smoking
i quit the drinking
and in a fit of inspiration
i scribbled a life plan on lined notebook paper
available in case of panic i placed it in my wallet
everything evaporates condenses reduces
into the two of me playing chicken with emotional hot rods
collectors items even
someday
they havent invented a pill for that yet
as the sun shines through stretchmarks
in my eyes and covering my thighs
proud battle scars
that are surely
my own

(10/31/09)