The Overpass

My days

Misspent beneath the overpass
Where graves of abandoned shopping carts
Dance with cattails along the mercury streams
Tires build bridges for the urban children
Over psychedelic slicks

Hot weeds hide me from suspect
I blend and sweat and yearn for the same
Breath of life as my botanical brothers
Neon packages with scenes of middle class gaiety
And exploits
Fall like autumn leaves
Down from the overpass

Will these be ruins?
As ancient as Egypt?
Without kings or pharoahs or
Queens who drank from Sun Rah and bathed in pleasence

I imagine myself
Blessed in a simple kingdom
I overlook this industry
My contemporary tragedy
Beneath the overpass

The Overpass

Chad  Bracken

Indianapolis, United States

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