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    Are You Hurtling Towards God Knows What?
    Are You Hurtling Towards God Knows What?
    Are You Hurtling Towards God Knows What?
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    Are You Hurtling Towards God Knows What?

    By J.E.A. Wallace

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    Inside a speeding car, somewhere in the afterlife, the driver calms her brother with strange and hopeful tales. He responds in kind, and so they pass the time with poems, as they furiously race towards their uncertain end.They tell each other stories of East German circus clowns crossing the border and buffaloes riding the Subway. Ghosts wander a post-apocalyptic mansion and doomed lovers plot an ice storm getaway. Memories of London mix with robots in the future as they meet an escapologist's daughter, and the Invisible Man in a Times Square hotel.So settle down in the back seat and be taken on a journey from the past to the future and to beyond the grave.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUnsolicited Press
    Release dateDec 5, 2018
    ISBN9780463989296
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      Are You Hurtling Towards God Knows What? - J.E.A. Wallace

      Are you hurtling towards

      God knows what?

      by J.E.A. Wallace

      Copyright©2018 J.E.A. Wallace

      Published by Unsolicited Press

      For my family

      The Light at the End of the Tunnel is a Different Taillight Every Time

      We are level with the horse drawn carriage

      when the radio reports the weather

      ‘There’s rain coming down so hard ahead

      it's stripping all the vultures of their feathers’

      She mutters ‘Hell’ and shifts it up a gear

      The black horse looks across and scowls

      but we are only one of a hundred thousand

      trying to win by fair or foul

      To our left is a bishop on a motorbike

      a cigarette between his teeth

      He says something to the wild-eyed horse

      something about the power of belief

      But me and her we don’t believe in nothing

      only the horizon and the race

      At the end said the radio is one row-boat

      that takes you out to star strewn space

      We don’t know what happens to the left behind

      I don’t think we want to know

      The raindrops crash on our windscreen

      and a fierce wind starts to blow

      ‘How far do

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