The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

Uploaded by GlenDodge

You get on the freeway and floor it
all those maplines and dots
coming briefly to life like
water drops in a hot frying pan

you stop when you get hungry
you fight through the tired
trying to save money trying
to keep a reserve for when you arrive

each stop is an uncomfortable mattress
a stink to the soil
you’ve never experienced before
promising new aches and fevers

the residents’ faces open and shut
swinging doors that manage
to hide everything beyond them
smiling teeth like tombstones

telephone lines keep you grounded
your few touchstone souls
probe your mood as you fly
farther away to the north and west

stitching the country closed of possibility
what else are you doing over the years
furnished apartments and short-term jobs
the same beer swilled from different glasses

so what do you do when you reach
the end of the roads having plumbed
everything interstates 5 and 90 offer
tourist traps and family restaurants

the great unfolding of American destinies
and not one of them mirrors you
breathe on the glass to prove you were
write your name then wipe it clean

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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