I create a crepe to eat in the morning, the signs were placed as warnings, the disc jockey spins another song on the radio as the driver makes a wrong turn, now it's up to her to maneuver, the terrain with one foot on the brake okay, now give it some gas, he flicks a fag then complies, then puts in a mint, face like leather he crept unseen in the trees around their vehicle, more fuel like diesel she said to the driver of the Neon, let's get out of here now that were free of the debris that you didn’t see, another thing impeded their progress, as Rey Tosim I promise, the barricade will keep, a strip was placed in haste as they approached that wasn't anchored at the base so it would become hard to trace, out of his options this one was the most deployable, never unemployable, this was just much more fun, a cell phone amplified by speakers rung loud and clear through its receiver, as the cement blocks that blocked and eventually stopped the driver of the Dodge Neon got out and hauled off the obstruction he spotted…


Sunday driving, the wife in the passenger
I drive with my mind on nice things like smashing her
flashing the indicator, instigate the
turn to the hidden forest track an instant later
an instant sway to the left, then take the next
basic step, fade left and then wait with bated breath
but then we see the dense debris, and hence we need
to steer the car near a farm, clear a path, and then we're free
we enter deep and endless trees surround us
and briefly it seems that endless peace has found us
until ahead a shape is clearly formed
it's some concrete blocks, I'm sure this wasn't here before
no thought to clear the path, then I'm sure I hear a laugh
I ignore it and force the morbid fear to pass
don't wish to scare the wife, but I'm thinking where's the knife
and I need to regain focus like a blinking pair of eyes
but I'm sinking, bare in mind that there's nobody for miles
Rey'll toss 'em, yeah he'll throw bodies in piles
but he won't body a child like the villain, George Stark
who's known to roam these parts, often killin' 'fore dark
I'm willin' more cars to make their presence known
but only the cicadas make their pleasant drone
we could take the lesser known southern trail, others fail
to make it through the pine trees, might be just another bail
I'm standing by the blocks while I'm planning like I'm lost
as I watch a tossed rock drop, landing by my socks
before I can react I saw him walk and span the gap
with an air of ease, so carefully, he's stalking and I'm trapped
the wife screams and life seems to move in slow
then I see a knife cleanly slice deep into the bone
of my arm, lost my calm, what's my chance of escape?
once he cuts off my arm, toss my arse in the lake
what's a last minute break if I leave the wife behind?
I see her frightened eyes, I just need to buy some time
so I plead her like a pilot gotta take off and take flight
he swings again, which I shake off and fake right
daylight fades as it ambles on to dark
as I break my daze, the wife scrambles from the car
the knife slices easy as the breeze coming through the trees
the last thing I see is Eva running through the trees.