By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
RULES OF THE ROAD
There are exits
nobody can open
When calls for help
echo unanswered
break the door
set yourself free
I don’t give a fuck
how many Franklins the fresco costs
if the pigment masks a wall
it isn’t worth mountains
Don’t waste breath
trying to unmake minds
Cracking locks
is an inside job
The key is in the ignition
drive away
There will be red lights
blinking deserts
ghost trains charging crossings
There will be
bridges of advection fog
deflecting light
No worries
no obstacle’s impassable
don’t listen
to rearview mirrors
or let backseats talk you into U-turns
You’ll shed tears of glass
for companions
swept to shoulders
because they never learned to read
the poetry of signs
Switch off the gps
get lost
It’s a joyride
letting the road find you
Loved it especially the grade crossing, the BNSF diesels and the double container cars.