Offroad Passage

Alan P. Scott - Verses

après nous, le déluge

Faded double yellow lines
cracking from the weight of years
bound for glory in the sun
seasons turn around like wheels

metal home to jackalope
stalled out on another slope
faded sense of history
rolled on wheels that rot away

tang of dust and sediment
yellow lines on faded sign
wonder what the hell it meant
reg a dollar forty-nine

contrails fade and pavement shimmers
those days seem like mortal glimmers
New York, Carthage, Athens, Rome -
these days folks stick close to home
Wonder where the hell the sun goes
and where dinner's coming from

life is light the candle flickers
one quick breath and then it's spent
wonder what the hell it meant
unleaded dollar nineteen cents

edited 7/9/1997

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