On the Road by Jennifer Nolan
Finally �on the road. A reflective journey into midnight. Forehead bouncing gently on the rain streaked window. Streetlights disappear, darkness lingers, Luring us into his dream. Faces change at every pick-up spot And none are- Or ever will be you. And so, I grow older, Collecting my sorrows in an old shoebox. The coach jerks- we hit a skunk. I strain to look back like a child. The purple oozing entrails glisten in the headlights As they meander towards the forest. The crushed ribs jut out like fangs. When I look forward again To scrutinize the dandruff queen�s mane, My eyeballs feel cold from the air conditioning- Rolling against the inside of my lids. It�s then that I realize- I am dying of indifference In this vacuous darkness. We can�t escape.