Peaked atop the oiled arms, we glare down at the city

Seeking out this second’s course to clock in for the days bread

A Stock decision must be made to medal in the fastest lap

Escape the sharp timed yellow lights in braking to the cryptic

Descending down on the sprawling clutter

Poking from the tapered glove, three fingers rip out

To throughways

A smooth transition then back to transmission, the second coming crawls

Neutral through the neighborhoods

Accelerates from numbered flats to 10 high-heels thrusting

Past the rose and empty fountain

The weathered wood is a standing, arms crossed with shades after sunset

Being fair to the facts, LA breaks for heaving lines

To see an egg a crushed upon the muscle that pumps the yolk throughout

The veins that feed the cultured crop of socialites and deviant teens

With fake IDs and credit lines

Their faithful to their scene

On throughways

The metro’s calling out

Feel the push

Shoving us closer

To narrowing brown bottles

Polluting the systems

Not choking on the smoke

Sovereign on our conquests

Determined to beat the bulk

Its wrapped up and mapped out

It’s kind of a joke

On throughways

We merge with the cattle and run down

Throughways

Waiting our turn to head in on

The throughways

It’s not just a trip, every time the coin flips

We crawl through our days

Sustaining throughways