Nightime Sudafed kicking in...Too...tired...to type more. Must...paste poem.

Accident

He pulled in front of the bus
some say the bus was speeding
some say that he was fighting with his sweetheart
in the passenger seat of the car
Their friend in the back with the groceries
was the only to survive
she did not attend the funeral
her family took her home again
They were workers here
with the embassy
for the country of kangaroos
for the land of the duckbilled platypus
these things that make us laugh
Friends said they’d just settled in Venice
they must have enjoyed the colorful scene
I’m sure their kangaroos
seem somber
when compared to the boardwalk freaks
Young, in love,
her name was tattooed on his arm
a detail mentioned
in the coroners’ report
The groceries were all over Sepulveda
the car was a twisted joke
his face was not a face
the witnesses all wept
Their families look
for an answer
from the place where the water runs backward
to the sinister skyline of the city
that robbed them of their innocent
babes
they must find something there
There must be a reason why