Exit 10
White lines mesmerize
tired eyes
weeping for lost memories and
thoughts forgotten with age
east
west
the green signs grow
brown and cry with
every strapped in infant
that cross their paths
another soul forgotten
another memory lost.
Tick tock
Tick tock
The time crawls slower
Than grandma in her Buick riding the left lane
Amid the honking horns
And staggering blows
To her frail psyche
She still maintains the
Speed limit
Audi blue
Type-r yellow
And candy-apple red
Transition thought
To thought
And remind me
How good I had it
Three hours ago.
Copyright © Anthony Romano | Year Posted 2008
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