Driving Test

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And so you have passed

your driving test

whereas yesterday you were a learner driver

today you are a driver.

A wiseman with a clipboard

asks you to read the number plate.

He recites the words:

I'm happy to tell you you've passed.

The carcass of the prey

lies flayed on the tarmac.

Steam rising from its innards.

The world around the shopping centre

begins to come to life.

You are a driver

you think raising a hand

to touch the blood smeared on each cheek.

Clunk click every trip

only a fool breaks the two second rule.

Yesterday you were a novice

driving with a scarlet letter and

now you are a driver

in charge of your own destiny

turning the key in the ignition

reversing off the driveway

into the stream of life.

Fuck you wanker

Have some of that

It's all second nature now

The guilt gilded trauma

the dashboard certainty

it's all there

waiting for you 

to slip into neutral.

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