John B. Lee

He says, "You can't imagine
how many people there are
masturbating while they drive along the highway."
at first you're amused
but then you begin to see them
see their intense faces
in the brief halo of halogen
their mouths moving
like aquarium fish that turn away gulping
and you see them, these onanists,
concentrating on the empty thought balloon
cumulonimbus horizons
drugged by orgasms
that shudder bump, shudder bump
so the whole highway spasms with speed traps
the radio sighs
the tires relax
and it's not so important to get there anymore.