Covert Poetics

Rest Stop 

Tortured honking
on the nomad-horded highways
visioning the great land
the pilgrims land
billboards and motels.
The moon bows to flashing neon signs
chanting a message in the night
giving oracles in the night:
our soap,
                  beer,
                            cigarettes,
                                              car,
will cancel your casual crimes.

 

© Gary Beck

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