Another driving poem
Touched by an angel
Betrayed by Michael Landon
Grain elevators by the side of the road
Giant meal phalus squirting
Cow sized dolops of pizza dough
Into space
Metal signs that show me the way
Flattener of bugs, potential
Killer of fast flying, unsuspecting birds
Considering your audience
Dead tree trunks jutting out
Of yellow top tall grass fields
Zombies at the wheel
It’s been a tense two days
Feels like we’re always driving into the wind