Roadside Attraction

Step right up and see

the amazing debris

of life on the side of

the road, left behind

by the bourgeoisie!

Follow me through this

shallow cavalcade of

destruction, loss, regret,

and strangeness of our

petty charade.

See the single baby shoe,

see the lost hardhat,

see the mangled plastic and steel

of crashes forgotten by all but those

who saw that.

The goose corpse, feathers

fluttering as cars whiz by,

it’s been there for days,

unmoved, rotting, roadkill,

but none of our biz.

See the nightmares of

tragedies past, lost items

of mysterious origin,

a rocking chair, one crutch,

seemingly just tossed.

Baked in the sun, piles of

steel belted tires, blown,

shredded, ripped to pieces,

marking their time in silent

no man’s zone.

A stroller, a pack of paper towels,

a solitary block of wood, fox tail,

another lonely shoe, another lonely shoe,

skittered across the shoulder,

items to flummox.

See the amazing Roadside

Attractions, see the refuse

of living strewn about

in drifting piles! Wasted

in passing, bizarre clues!  

Here’s the exit, thanks for

seeing our exhibit,

you’ll see it again on your

way back home, but thanks

for your visit.