the wind screams
as i sit watching the highway
hollow and untethered
waiting to blow away
dreamdander soliloquies
drifting in rancid repose
a hazy distortion of filth
in the flaccid mourning
marring scenic sunrises
in a petulant discombobulation
uncertain of up from down
slowly sullenly spinning
in an indecent descent
into mercurial madnesses
as mechanical ants scurry
down asphalt slashes toward
tomorrow’s tangled trainwrecks
an unmitigated disaster told
in meandering prose going
nowhere at the speed of life
only to sputter out somewhere
far from fairytale forevers
seeking an evershifting
finish line etched in floundering
odes to broken hearted fools