Tomorrow seems so far away,
a distant blip on
the horizon
like a razor blade
I need a machete to chop
through today with this eternal morning
waving leisurely at noon,
afternoon a mirage of iridescence
oil on water on the
pavement, cheap swirling
pollution,
petroleum-laden puddles
with no depth, no clear boundaries,
just this ever-spreading shorthand:
a miasma of distortion
spreading out on the highway,
carried in tire treads
of trespassers
across state lines.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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