Highway

Behind the wheel your view of the world is framed and order appears in one-point perspective.
No longer the internal babble, if a, then c, d, if only…,
reliving the scenes of small humiliations, 1, 2….

Landscape consists of decorative schemes surviving through history: Coarse cut edges of lawn, the lilt of a sidewalk, queen anne’s lace, an elegance of cinderblock. Cultural zones occupy the off-ramps:
Big and Tall, Ballet City, Town, Universe, World’s End, the Boulevards of Vienna.
Romantic, the frontier meets the industrial age.

Solid, orderly, pure. The chemical tanks promote well-being, Like snowballs.
Gentleman Jack secure in the saddle. an absence of irony. Concrete.

At 9 am in October all objects toward east dissolve into undistinguishable masses of black or blinding white. Somewhat like seeing through anger.

Rotate the shift, think about neutral. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Connoisseur of the open road. Images that don’t get in the way. Highways are for reflection. God is in the details. The check’s in the mail, and no one will ever love you as much as I do.