Lost Highway

Screeching tires, summer heat

Grimy exhaust promising no retreats

Twisting turns, heady diversion

Kohl laden tears in joyous heartburn

 

Dirt and mud, splaying exhaust

Foregone memories turning to dust

Disappearing boulevards, vanishing past

Nothing that’s good ever so lasts

 

Smirking moon, shining afar

Astral design or conniving stars?

Blinding rain, summer winds

Bait in kind for loveblind minds

 

Holy flames, eternally claimed

Vermilion on your forehead a talismanic totem

 

The tires screech, our bodies sway

As we drive along...

this Lost Highway.

Reviews

[Onoma]

...The unblinking eyes of karma...a cocked cobra, pronouncing
action through inaction--what is due of life, its inevitable strike.
As so, the debt paid, dead till alive upon further notice. This
piece bides the pace of its condemnation and salvation with equal
measure.

[Marie]

This reminds me of a song. Your poem reads like a doomed life...echoing and vanishing...