Freeway

His eyes are glowing off the concrete reflections that wheels had polished as I pondered the switching lanes of life that penetrated choice at the apex of predestination. Last exit the face misplaced through haze of headlight vanished beyond motorcrash the faintest galaxy of night high beams accelerated the shadow of doubt speeding off ramps destined for the absence of red octagon's eliminating stillness. Amplifier cranked beyond sound ceiling drifting carelessly assembled transmission watching for signs too quick to count through the windshield barricade sailing under bridges like a barracuda cannonball blasted by a torpedo tattooed buccaneer. Rolling through exits familiar lost detours claim there are grievances postponing the pain until next season as the computer chips away at calculated creation with circuits anthropogenized characters that click those eyes those deep brown eyes full of wonder transmitted to my heart and I love when he computes navigation the way I did the way GPS and Google do now like they were human overlords determining fate. In his eyes I see the next generation hurtling petroleum stained obstacles that stripped nature to the grid for eternal humiliation as the old gods are dethroned the Earth detaches from orbit spiraling toward the flames and they are in his eyes blazing at curious constructions like the crane over the carpool lane or the maze of the mall erected over electric avenues. All is mystery as funnels obscure the city lights undressed by twilight when the port ignites fire bright the way it did when I was young but of course it is even more awesome for him my son my DNA shrapnel deposited on the shoulder where dreams are recycled as the next exit calls his name. Years I spent passing these signs these exits which way to the next dead end or where do I go when the lights go out and he is not there while I ever get lost or have I always been and can I get there faster or should I slow down so the signs become more clear. Dear madonna on the borderline motherboard get me out of here okay AI are you listening stop the madness change the signal teach him the real magic not the artificial velocity of capital AI dear God AI if these words become manufactured will he be able to tell the difference and will the rest of the world or will the artists go out in flames like the wilderness AI I dare you to make a product of me AI packed like sardines in tinfoil telescopes oh have mercy AI shut down the engine get the devil off my rear rear view mirror oh help me AI please give me his eyes instead.