Lackadaisical lollygaggers loiter in the left lane,
slowing down the whole damn interstate on their scenic drives
one mile of straightaway every five, billboards, trees if you’re lucky,
Costcos, car dealerships and Carrabba’s if you’re not.
Oil fields and wind turbines, gas stations and jack shacks
Farm fresh eggs
Truckstops: take a shower and wash your truck,
find a hooker and get your dick sucked.
Waffle House
evacuation route
Exit now!
Roadside attractions
antiques and produce stands,
tomatoes, peaches, and homemade jam
Welcome centers: do they still give state maps?
Remember, stopping on family vacations with your sister on your side of the backseat,
looking at you
A map in the glove box from every state visited and a souvenir spoon on the
display rack on the dining room wall,
not far from the shadow box.
Shadow boxing, shadow dancing
Stayin’ Alive and Jive Talkin’
I spy something azure. Specific colors
in the sky, car, and world.
The license plate game.
One hundred throttles and gears in the fall.
I double dog dare you,
and you disappoint me
every single time.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
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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