Let’s get outta here and raise
a little harm. I’ve got a new tape
deck and a cheap set of speakers. 
It’ll feel good to fly; the highway a
ribbon of possibility. Speed and noise
stepping in for freedom. Crank up the
stereo and slide a little closer.  I only
got one head light racing the evening
into darkness but we’ll beat the
devil to his due. 

Out here there is no one to drag us down.
The busted bottles and spent shells
glitter like a shattered disco ball.

I love the way your jeans move and the
dangerous glint of your hair cutting
the night when the fire is in your eyes. 
This is all I need of heaven.

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