The Slam: Slammables

poppies cause drowsiness

by moonflower, San Francisco

Wildflowers

 

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

 

Smell

 

It

 

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

 

Sky 

 

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 

 

Past

 

 

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