Zero Zone Of Dramamine Dreams

Weeping steel-toed railroad tracks, once consistant silver
Their rusty rods now parallell this empty stretch of potholed
highway
Sepia-toned in bootleg colors, brown on brown,
slowly brainwashed into stacks of tawny tan on tan

Timbered telephone poles, stiffly frigid arms are frozen at
attention
Stand quiet watch with eagle-eyes, telepath in linear messages
observe no redlights blinking on this narrowed roadway bottleneck
no bashed bumpers of entanglement or jellied traffic jams swiftly
speeding by

Not much left to see on this weed infested cement corner lot
What used to be Club Rowdy's Down and Dirty Bar
Not even dried-up dregs of dramamine
Can ease these sticky faux pas dreams of yesterday
Without fail, my college course was every Saturday night's toxic waste
delite
Where I majored in the Art Of War and minored in the Art Of
Brawling

Unfiltered Chesterfield cigarettes and blue-tipped wooden matches
Play games of hide and seek in my ever ready pocket
Haze-frosted smoke blown in circles from my rashly reddened lips
Lazily drifts from here to there, around the bar and back
I draw the cancer tainted air conditioned oxygen, into my empty craving
lungs
A grimly reapered garden surrounded by my evil-minded Eden

I have no running room, just this little space, a tiny speck in
time
Excited dreadnought can be found in long-necked cold ones, bottled
brewskis
A weekend visitation fouled in broken-thinking, motion sickness
Hallucinations loom as goddesses of fate who govern human destiny

Cheap goldenrule musings are cheerily announced for everyone to
hear
Spoken from their imitation thrones, cylindrical steel, tin container
drums
Half uttered speculations tell me I am doomed for ruin
Withdrawing from the world at large, I can't escape my reclusive
solitude,
secluded, I'm lost in the Middle Maze of the Zapped-out Zero Zone

To understand the meanings of what I've learned and what I know
I grasp the Corvette's steeringwheel, driving skills much
improved
Start my journey back to face reality prepared, alert for maenad
action
Faster than a speeding bullet I approach the sign marked Light and
Living
My unseemly past a tearful blur, quickly fading in my rear-view
mirror