The Slam: Slammables

poppies cause drowsiness

by moonflower, San Francisco



And the oil scent that we as humans have become so accustomed to that we can't even 






Sunshine reflects off of hardened tar


A river of rush hour traffic 


A channel of phone calls and midnight

breakups with crocodile tears and crocodile skin purses


Black leather upholstery and black leather jackets


Because, of course, there are two types of people


At least two


And the ever changing


Never changing




The endless baby blue highway


Above the four lane unloved inky one


cities we will never walk 


People to whom we will never talk


Passing beside us into the oblivion that is and will soon become the 





Author's Note: road trips are great for poetry inspiration. Sunset poems especially...