SIGHTSEERS - A Christmas Drive
Snowblind Convertible Dreams
Frost-bitten streets,
Eyes burning through frozen lashes.
The engine hums like an alien hymn,
And the yellow car cuts through
What time forgot.
Figures stagger in the distance,
Half memory, half menace,
While he drives
Nowhere fast—
A stranger to a town
That once knew his name.
- Time of DayMidday
- Winter WeatherIcy
- CharacterLone Driver
- View fromOutside