Logjam lanes of lights,
the crimson tide of I-85, hill towns
and mill towns, five-dollar bill towns
reduced to exit ramps and numbers,
gas and lodging.
See Rock City and go
South of the Border,
the whole goddamn world
pretending to be
another roadside attraction.
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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