Black Vodka Traffic


Dark souls trapped in mashed up steel and acres of dirty glass

move then don’t move

to where?

to what?

Are humans supposed to live this way?

creatures of a forbidden dawn curse and sweat

drops of red madness

streets of endless torn surfaces and harsh holes

waiting to swallow up fortunes and dire plans



sharp pain

chugging to work

slugging it home

billionaire gas pumps

America’s love affair with the car





been sold

road trips?

driving vacations?

Friday nights?

memories of yesterday


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