dead on the high way

by ironhands

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-07-24 23:48:00

well then there

where were you goin in such a hurry

highway 46 blind run

paso robles toward nowheres

in particular

the sun setting blonde on the hills

the street winding

jutting its jaw to the wind

the pavement hot and lonely

cool at night

1955

station wagon road block

sight unseen

sun in the air

air

light

squint at the bright

swerve

momma

indiana

gone

how can you measure living

in

inches