Blacktops Poems - Poems about Blacktops

...Stale milk sky, traffic is trawling for any surfacing light. Rubber squeaks on the smeared blacktops. No hills to climb in this part of town we are flat earth and mostly just tilted into our day......Read the rest...

...the boulevard is desolate as is the light that cracks bleeds runs here there everywhere! trash drafts like ghosts in the flicker of dying neon something races hed long into oblivion da......Read the rest...

...The season is warming up, shirts will come off then holes in the flesh of babes in their beds will blossom red. There will be no posters made, for instant martyrs, no outrage from politicians, ......Read the rest...

...Night falls in showers of neon, and the blacktops spark electric. The town takes to its cars and pulls into fast food joints. People just sits there in the lots smoking and razing or just cryin......Read the rest...

...the edge of town arrives quickly you hang an inscrutable left only to discover one beat-up clapperboard hulk hanging over tall corn as if time and land-wrecked it or you drive to the end of a......Read the rest...

...Did you see it? It soared, High up in the sky, causing the blink of every eye, loudly did it roar scaling tree and mountains divides. I hurried to my laptop keyboard typed in google to......Read the rest...

...Most are related to shipwrecked ghosts, accomplices of my blood that can still be found in geographically scattered albums. When there were cities to occupy, they lived one level below expecta......Read the rest...

...Yesterday the wind blew hard branches now litter blacktops and lawns, twigs crunch underfoot. Minor damage but this morning, neat suburbia is a little ramshackle and shabby the way in......Read the rest...

...halogens burn bright... graze along blacktops at night herd of deer take flight By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX......Read the rest...

...one sided perception a mirror reflection feelings get penned when I feel hemmed in always the same direction about a heart's inflection rain that won't stop and potholed blacktops not loo......Read the rest...

...i have wandered the dusty back roads of my youth cut through cotton fields that screamed their brutal truth crossed the burning sticky blacktops in bare feet drank......Read the rest...