My Father is Driving (dream VI)

In a car that smelt

Like stale coffee and

Mints

At every heavy brake on this car

At every fury driven acceleration

I sink

Deeper into sickness

Deeper into fear

Deeper into dread

"This is for your own good!"

He screams, so close to my face

I feel his stagnant stinking breath

On my pleading face

as I

Beg him to stop

He can see how it pains me

He can see how it claims me

This sickness moves to

Valleys of my soul

As tears of waterfalls

Run through me

Eroding into

Caverns of sorrow

I grab the handle,

Escape this whiplash

Kiss -

The tarmac

Everything goes black.