Dashboard Days

In a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the pain?

I don’t know, don’t remind me.

Find cure in my plugged ear.

Still sick from the deafening, dizzying heights.

We were never rescued by the flares. Can’t

Say it was fair enough to be killed

by the climb, revived

by the fall. No

Pads, no helmets. Impact. Be led right

back to the Dashboard days --I

Wasn’t wrong about love.