The Road Signs to Progress Say:

And the road signs home say:

speed limit thirty-five,

next turn to Donner Drive,

no parking any time.

And the glare through the window’s

seducing a headache,

while the a/c won’t blast air

cool enough

to keep the sweat from swathing my

back across the leather chair.

And this concrete wasteland

keeps expanding,

speed limit sixty-five, look alive,

temperatures a hundred and five,

back ups and stop lights,

one head per vehicle

for miles behind.

And the road signs to progress say:

expect delays

detour this way

GPS suggests Loner Lane,

don’t you dare lift the finger of road rage

at me.

And the reach of the robots

keeps extending,

the voice telling me where to turn

became god somewhere

and I obey.

And out the tinted glass,

vague hints of alien people

fold themselves inside

steel islands rattling across

the inhospitable earth.

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