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Why do the roads suck

So bad for a land so flat

Into New Orleans?

Madcap New Orleans

Strong drink makes up for bad roads

Pagan party town!

I’m dressed for success

Just another tourist sight

It’s really too weird.

I can’t remember

How much I drank where with whom

And damned if I care.

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In Mississippi

The eyes of Gulfport

Wide open with fear.

Frightened gas store clerk

Sorry, I don’t have a gun

Think I might need one?

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Tattoos green with age

Mossy sun-leathered arms grip

The chrome horns of life.

Fresh air for the carb

Gulping explosive mouthfuls

Farting defiance.

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Rice rocket jockey

Roaring through the stalled traffic

On his way to die.

I do pity them

Lost souls under sleek black hoods

Death’s fashion statement.

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She needed a ride

Under the gray overpass

Negotiating.

She braked me hard, too

Cold before the barricades

I cried for more road.

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Hello Florida

I ride in search of my kind

Those who ride, who know.

Outside Jacksonville

A brother on the roadside

Stopped for want of gas.

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Southbound 95

Wailing past these poor lost towns

Life small as nothing.

Something in this heat

Drives sweating heartsick people

Seething bugfuck mad.