Someone is watching a movie with no sound.
Someone is going home for a bad reason.
Someone has taken both armrests and is asleep
with the serenity of the fundamentally selfish.
The highway lays its long white sentence down.
We are all being carried by the same tired man
who has done this route four hundred times
and knows exactly where the coffee is.
This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch
