HIGH DRIVE TO LITTLETON
There was no blessing in the
speed, no sense in driving fast.
All the buzzing lights were
overhead; like noise they
flashed. Ohio cops headed
to Akron again?
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These highway roads make
me bleary. Three or four lanes
of nothing at all - dead farms
replaced by industrial stock
and warehouses where trucks
now feed instead of cows.
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That which doesn't kill me
makes me stronger? Who
once said that never said it
to one of those cows now
gone. Nor had it moo'd
back to them.
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I stay against the divider,
fastest lane I can find. 82mph
where it tells me 65? Just a
number on a wanton wall,
that's all. Antioch and Ohio
State - college tramps on
treks of their own.
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I can hear America singing?
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