Look Away from My Lines

Sham shame spams my windshield
and I pounce on the brakes
like Rilke's panther
in happier dreams.

Deliberations are designed
for obituaries
for after the facts
for the truth sifters
racing West to make 
undeniable fortunes.

I lie
on my feet
resting my bed
for my own dreams
of hurry and stop.