This is Sometimes How I Pray.

The pressure, there it hides
in your brain, in your brain
a growing feeling slowly driving you
over quick asphalt on highway 101,
driving you insane.

All that pressure.
All that build-up, they say, hush.
Too much at the nape of the neck.

It's no wonder
he felt the need to go this way
one day in sun-filled ice-chilled January.

It's that time, they say
checking the wrist watches they don't have
on naked arms under cotton.

better get that checked out
tapped out, looked at.
Sometimes this feels like a black grab bag.