"Evidence" (A poem)

Evidence of peoples' addictions
lies scattered roadside
--snow, slurry, gravel, dust and dirt covered
crushed and empty (as if THAT would fool us!)--
cigarette wrappers and butts
coffee cups
beer cans
skoal tins (or cardboard cans with plastic bottoms)
junk food wrappers and McDonald's cups...
(I even found a genre novel once!)
all tossed in the burm as if
wicked driver by wicked driver
the addicts of this land all screamed
"ENOUGH! OUT OF MY LIFE!"
rolled down the window
gave the shit a heave
then breathed in that fresh stream of air from the road
inhaled
exhaled
but didn't slow down
just kept driving
away
away
away...

(Max Harrick Shenk, April 6, 2009)

Note: this is blog post number 100 in this blog. As John Lennon said about the first time he baked a loaf of bread and it vanished in ten minutes: What, that's it? Don't I get a gold record or get knighted or something?

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