Napkin Poetry

"My hands are loosely resting
On a large brown steering wheel.
There is loud,
Sensually rhythmic music
Pounding from my speakers.
I am alone." - [A Drive In The Dark]
...
"Picking
Shards of glass
From a
Broken picture frame
I am reminded
Of myself" - [Nervous Laughter]
...
"He said,
She said,
The wall said nothing
In reply to all their
Nothing."
[In Reply To Nothing]