Imagine if roads remembered
Every vibration
Cut by passing cars
A journey music
In palimpsest confusion
Tyre treads worn thin
To the unraveling semblance
Of sunsets in passing
Where just a thread remains
The ribs exposed beneath
As if some gathering devastation
At last bared the monster in the wheel
Holes big as eyes
In the harried side of the world
The evening sun has filled me up
Til I am red and full
Livid mottle skin
Tongue slowly touching lips
A prehistoric heat
Disgorged with a lizard compulsion
As if the forever sunset
Commanded life within
A clay bowl
Full of concomitant earth
In the wreckage swollen night
Whirring until still
About the Creator
C S Hughes
C S Hughes grew up on the edges of sea glass cities and dust red towns. He has been published online and on paper. His work tends to the lurid, and sometimes to the ludicrous, but seeks beauty in all its ecstasy and artifice.
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