
Poetry Finalist: “Highway Hypnosis on 55”
But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses.
But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses.
Any representation of an outcast/ is ammunition for the upper class…
The pain does.
The pain of accepting change
The pain of being unknown
The pain of no longer being my one and
For I am ugly and only the pretty deserve compliments
I feel like I can’t eat in public because someone is watching
And