The miles race beneath me
and my eyes flutter faster
than the wheels speed.
Is that a mixed metaphor?
I’d be able to ponder that better
if my concentration weren’t completely focused
on staying awake.

If I make it to the next exit
I will get myself a Slurpee
or a generic product from a similar establishment.
Look at me – still able to pull off
a multisyllabic word like “establishment.’
Maybe I’m more conscious than I think I am!

But if that’s the case, then why are miniature tigers
seeking to high-five me in the blue grass?
I’m up. I’m up!

Four miles to the next exit.
Some chocolate until I reach it
then some soda when I arrive.

I should take more trips.

I should take less trips.