[Jesus Rides Shotgun]

We go balls to the wall,
                                         windows down,
aviator sunglasses always on.
                                                      I drive like a bat
out of hell, do donuts
on sun-dry highways,
180s on ice-slick parkways. Sometimes
                                                                       when I drift, I think
this is the end.

I used to be afraid. Sometimes
                                                                        I still am. Maybe.

Don’t hit the brakes, Jesus says.
                                                          Turn the wheel. That’s how you know
                                                          the way you want to go.