down some metaphoric highway
loving between the stop-gaps of calamity
that are moments of the world
where one good day is paid for
by twenty bad ones
we greet some fellow travelers
flip the bird to others
but always moving forward
we don't dare stop
lest the world leave us behind
in its insane processes
and our journey toughens
to just that degree
we all careen down that unpredictable road
grip the sides of the bed children
that rocking may be your passion
but more than likely
it is just the contours of a rocky road
asserting themselves
just when you thought the coast was clear
and 'forever' was the destination at which
you had finally arrived
regards from me
and from my forever girl
regards and regrets and a helping hand where possible
and all of it
in a greater hand than ours
see you at some truck stop down the line
eating greasy food and swapping tall tales...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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