Dangerous Thoughts on a Highway
Fall descends (here comes again A seasonal verse, please humor me); I-95, rugged spine Of this East Coast, Receives it indifferently, Like a tired wife-then-mother whose Glazed-over-eyes stare Blankly, at her dreams Eons in the rearview. Rhode Island kamikaze pilots— Pickup trucks of broken men— Are your Law and Order for the day. That much […]