by A.J. Fife
It’s no sin to sing
when chrome wheels spin;
a melodious tonic
to open-country gin.
Phenomenal frequencies
are funnelled with verve
through speakers as black
rubber tires take curves.
Mesmerising memories
bleed through circuit chips,
causing audible emotions
to vibrate gear sticks.
Passengers of highways,
as well as sine waves,
hear distorted guitars
as songs of the brave.
For the journey’s internal,
not only outside,
and each strum, rev and hum
turns a stone in the mind.
A. J. Fife is a short fiction writer and poet. Originally from the UK, he now lives and teaches in Thailand. His hobbies include: diving in waterfalls, rummaging in second-hand bookshops and sampling dusty vinyl records. He has work forthcoming in Sylvia Magazine.
