There's no such thing as a detour.

Theres an electricity

highway 

tonight, like last 

sitting traffic waiting

for the bottlenecked sparks

to consolidate and continue

the midnight commute.

Construction workers 

down uppers demolishing

pathways once reserved

for carpools now just

concrete gray we used

(to be) white lines.

Action potentials signal
axonal pathways please
Heart-beats rush more
something just synchronize
arterial gases please keep
my battery charged don't
run out
secretions too sweet just
dance on my tongue let me
feel you explode from my
outside in let our electricity
cauterize our karma let me
feel me as whole even
driving in the breakdown
lane I catch the black in brown
eyes my rearview rejecting/reflecting
yours back and all of a sudden
the exit exists and
so do I.