driving on the interstate.
listing back and forth with the swish and swipe of the
windshield wipers
tires sizzling on a griddle of wet pavement
up ahead,
an artistic display…
tail lights
stutter and flash
stamping the pavement
in multiple
ribbons of red light
while oncoming cars
illuminate their forward motion
in an otherworldly glow
above the interstate
cycling traffic lights emerge from the dark
like island ghosts
in yellow, red, and green halo’s
closed businesses, framed in fluorescence
promise civilization
except for 24-hour gas stations and truck stops
it’s all a lie
I think of desolation
deserted rest stops
the buzz of sodium vapor lights, and the click of electrified bug zappers
drawing my line of sight upward
where. thousands. of insects circle deathtraps in swirling madness
beholden to prism’s
prisons' of glare
I hesitate, loath to enter a false facade
my decision dependent on the flip of a coin
the restrooms hollow corridors of stale piss
or
sanitary bastions of a safety only suggested
I enter
with only the chance of exit
fortunate but not unscathed
I hurry back to my car
​
Lying and cheating
He loves deceit
An artistic wannabe
don’t have no beat
Traitorous chivalry
A man on the lam
A coward’s misfortune
Propagates shams
People are tokens
For this wily guy
Use them abuse them
Suck their souls dry
A gambler’s fortune
A fool’s quest for glee
pocket books empty
she’ll give he receives
for all his misfortune
are other’s to blame
discarding his allies
this fool is so lame/has no shame
why work for money
run a con and a scam
a predators notion
he connives and he plans/cause he can
the craziest notion
is to believe in his dream
support him and love him
and he’ll make you scream
his honour is absent
his brilliance a sham
to build and destroy
in his master plan
why pay for shelter
a car or some bling
he’s so very ‘clever’
a user it seems
broken friendships and people
are left in his wake
with the pretense of giving
he loves to take
his legacy poison
unprofessional traits
but he loves the attention
‘so fuck people’s fate’
no one’s exempt
from his silly games
to love or to hate
to him it’s the same
so now that I’ve swallowed
his bitter pill
his legacy’s spoken
he’s just a shill
for all of his insight
he short-changed his means
he’ll choke and he’ll fail
cause poser’s aren’t kings
so fool em and fuck em
use up their best
then find a replacement
at their request
diplomacy’s difficult
he won’t compromise
his walk in perfection
has lost it’s disguise
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