billboards to the left of me.... to the right of me all around me as I
sojourn across this 44 west.
zsigns that beg me to
come to fantastic events, to visit the den of metal arts, to play peek a boo
at an adult bookstore with a side of naked flesh to go, to view exotic animals in their natural settings.
One only need go to a local Oklahoma bar to cbserve that!
Even the rolling billboards the eighteen wheelers t h r e e--- t r a i l e r s ---- l o n g!!!!! assail my thoughts, 1-800-how am I driving you're driving me insane, with the bright neon lights and pasted on ads that you tow across the beauty of ,
my countries landscapes.
Cellular structures rear their ugly heads as well stuck in the middle of natures finest spots.
Towers of babble
for all those yadda-yadda-yadda housewives weaving cross the lanes or businessmen making
last minute phone calls.
Putting more dollars
in their pockets and casualities in the papers from all of thier
electronic configuring .
I never had the need to make such
an immediate call except in an ememrgency where I could not
just pull of the road and drop a bit of change
into a pay phone.
So I do not condone
the cellular towers that blight my sight nor the idea of their convenience versus the joy of
pure scenic wonders.
Then there are bumper
stickers screaming at me to find Jesus when I
am the one who is lost Jesus was a man of taste who would not approve of such neon orange
on black plastic banners glaring at passer bys.
Gas stations dwarf me
with 80 foot signs advertising the price of fuel as if they are proud
of just how costly it has become to
the American people.
peddling their wares with huge hot dogs
in phallic splendour, Paul Bunyan statues
and enticing ads.
Gigantic pictures of cheese pasta and meatballs hamburgers dripping with lettuce tomatoes and special sauce plus all-you-can-eat buffets where you can gorge yourself into a bloated heap of
sleepy traveling gas.
Billboards offering antique malls people's junk put on display for other people to buy nostalgia on a budget.
from hysterical times comemorating battles and other terrible things that occurred as well as positive things but no one ever stops
to read the fine print do they???
We're far too busy
rushing on to the next hysterical...historical event.
helium balloons float
like giant testicles in bright colors
over auto dealerhips.
Large bags of gas
in the air and on
the ground trying to sell you a gas guzzler. that will cost a second
mortgage on your house.
I drove this trip
to see the country to experience each
states individual beauty.
Instead I gaze on the flotsam and the gargantuous
fixtures of human greed, overrun consumerism....
man's negligence to nature, and endless roadside shrines
to the almighty dollar.
I have approximately
twelve hundred miles to go and now I understand
why horses wore blinders and why old people who
travel with bad vision smile a lot.
To them the blurs are a
kaleidiscope of soft colors and pastels..like the many colored happy pills they take.