Rusted, mangled hubcaps
clutter road shoulder, ditches
stray, chrome castoffs
wildflowers of reckless neglect
breakneck speed
cratered highways,
pilots disdain for
flashing, yellow signs
by the spadeful, I scoop
well-intentioned, tar-coated fill
into random potholes
indifferent, life is, to the
temporary, heavy nature of
mundane cavity patches
Hey, not my asphalt
the road to hell need not
lie smooth, straight, nor narrow
don’t even bother painting stripes
it matters not in the least
my empathy apathy
dictates you will always
always
drift across the center line,
regardless
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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Ponderable polemics, poetic 