NaPoWriMo 2013 # 10...

promotional art from the film, ‘Traffic in Souls’  (1913)

guerrilla road kill culture poem   

driver and pedestrian

safety and seduction

the murder of reason

is on handbills that say

it cannot be stopped

concrete calling

asphalt overheard

between post

and response

somewhere

on social media

holding hand grenade comments

wanting to toss them

from the ash tray

you’re parked there illegally asshole

you crossed with head phones on

fucker, I almost killed you

I need to speed

I am invincible

inside this thing

oh, my feckless humanity

its endless wanting

of an ever more

streaming vained 

pustule behavioral

burst therapies

when the rubber

meets the road

along the avenues...

giant disinfectant sprays are needed...

like the kind they use in bowling alleys for shoes...

installed on every street light...

for just the right occasions…

psychotropic applications…

image loosening people’s minds…

turning us mindful

for as long as it takes

for our soul's

predication ignorance

to end

for all of us

to stop being

sore reminders

to each other

of how far

we have to go

we are global mechanization

we are industrialized

a tied trafficked world

a squeezed nation society

we are wireless disorder

we are connected by partition

kept away from what Tesla knew

kept away by how much rain 

does or doesn't fall

everyone still hopes

someday, to find a place

that knows, how far

we have to go

to understand

impermanent elevation

an entire divine species

weaponless colonials

remembering the sound

of horses, once

the smell of flowers

after a long, long

Winter of scepters

and thrones

EJR ©