Walked into the gravel
spitting chunks of demonic
road kill
a laughable man
circulating his own
unmanageable conceit.
Such warnings on the
road, signs, indicators
your going to slide
you will forget the safe
route that took you here,
and now the fool hit a tree
full tilt destruction,
leaving pieces of his life
shattered along the freeway,
no longer resilient
vulnerable and alone,
created this mess
the lonely outcome,
no medial needs
just simple survival.
Watch the road man
a fool’s pride
wipes any chance
for long distance
sojourn
the sort of highway
that drives into a
setting sun.
Instead there is a coming
storm of anxiety … well deserved.
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