Driving While Loud
The Loudest road in America
runs through a rolled out blueprint
of my thoughts today.
Eighteen wheelers hrough
neuron networks
blasting peripheral warning signals
on a numbed roadside flesh.
It is hard to hammer words together
amid the unruly traffic of this mind map
I am forced to navigate.
Yet poems come
even in the middle of war and chaos;
they emerge like rest stops or off ramps
on those long and dangerous highways
that thunder on to nowhere.
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