south high street

10/04/2017

half-drowsy colors forming

eighteen-wheelers that aren't there

a blend of stop lights and street signs

rough fumes of fog slip through the air


vent. ten-two drifting to seven-five to

six hours passing by faster than ... then


second hand thoughts of ill-composed

sentiments, the grass greener on the other


side of white lines and rumble strips the


asphalt rips away at my awareness


originally published in volume 9.1 of Outrageous Fortune.