Trucking upon cinderblock
Carcass of a highschool boy's
Wet dream
Rotting and plucked out
Reminding everyone that
A dream only goes so far
And takes so much.

Eventually,
The cylinder block cracks
The pistons carbonate
The starter stops
The windows shatter
And it all goes to hell.

You start to wonder
If it really is worth the sweat
The knuckles
The grease
When you are in your 40's
And see your first baby
Sitting in a junk yard
One wheel spinning,
forever.

04/20/2003

Author's Note: I was attempting (underline attempting, I lack artistic skills) of a truck, and drew it on cinderblocks, and the rest of the poem came to me. The title is from Fight Club and popped into my head as I was drawing.

Posted on 04/21/2003
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