The night is a free-
way: slick and fast under
my wheels. No road leans
like your autobahn mouth: all
sloped making dangerous speeds
a fancy way to say "Goodbye."
     
Princess Ariadne had the right idea,
look like you're doing something
useful. And worthless-
ness will fade from viewers
eyes. Upon the dirt road out-
side a cave and a monster
rumbling below. Legs bound
by thread-in-hand a trip
offers redemption.
   
Another road fast falling
away is the one from my house
to this place. Were the lines
white? Yellow? Green-flecked
abominations in the twilight?
I cannot remember where we turned
left. A nightlight behind, oh
I'm afraid of the dark.
On this road there is nothing
left but the shadow ahead.

end.