When Up is Down

“On tops of mountains, as everywhere to hopeful souls, it is always morning.” - Thoreau

Music cranked.

Chains yanked.

Twisted steel with propensity to sway.

Get the Hell out of my way.

Today and everyday.

Both asphalt and information superhighway.

It's gotta be my way.

Horns blaring.

Mouths swearing.

Middle fingers extended.

Isn't it just splendid?

Walking on a bed of hot coals.

A thousand lost souls.

The scritch-scratch of broken glass.

Cars jockeying for position up your a*s.

Yet another fender-bender.

In all of its moronic splendor.

Cracked plastic and burning rubber.

Insurance policies commence to blubber.

Rubber-necking.

Hens pecking.

To a creed of being first, they adhere.

Ever faster in the ionosphere.

When the breeze no longer cools the fury.

Rush hour traffic dances the hurly-burly.

Clutching the wheel with white knuckles.

Pot bellied drones release their belt buckles.

Commuter Hell.

Complete with pine-tree freshener smell.

Another day turns the page.

Caught up in bouts of road rage.

Switching in and out of lanes.

Ice water and hot-toddies flowing through veins.

Vintage wine cools rusty radiators.

Accelerator pedals arming road gladiators.

Lifts that never quite arrive.

Bees buzzing for the safety of the hive.

Elevators that don't go all the way to the top.

Smooth operators who blatantly refuse to stop.

Plastic smile turns to pretentious frown.

... When up is down ...

Author's Note

“I have climbed several higher mountains without guide or path, and have found, as might be expected, that it takes only more time and patience commonly than to travel the smoothest highway.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Commuter hell is vastly taking over our highways. The joy of driving simply isn't what it used to be. I guess nothing is, is it?