The Hour of Highways

Weasel squirrel wanting
hearts of past haunting
grip in strength daunting
dreading infiltration

in this meloncholy
saftey
inpetus too sure
cycle
insignificant pep rally

Mild irritation
true to the nation
of everything that is coming

Dilly-Dally
mid rush-hour hurrying
flat-line cardiac arrest
does this depression jest?

Look at the warm fuzzies
in air pressure
slip through fingers
the double yellow lines
are resting.

Wondering what it means
in unforgettable silly dreams
letting ecstatic erotic scenes
over take my pleasure
endeavour
forever
a more outlasting dependence
on gaining back independence
in achieving the battle pure
never complaining
about changing complaints
holiday
just another day.

Unfurled infantry training
gut full of heart digesting
assimilating
subconscious needs
and desiring wants
that this body bleeds:

waiting on the shoulder
for my love to pull over.