The road she told me

 Walk the avenue that drifts upward
Life once safe like inside a cupboard
Now traffic and criminals spread out
The road young unfamiliar to itself

she says she is lonely and looks up at me
she says cars drive over her all day
Their occupants all off to parties
She just gets the fumes and tyre stains

who am I to communicate with the dead ashphalt
yet it comforts me as I cross the street for an opportunity
Looking for a building I might feel whole in
these smiles for alleys leaping out begger funky

semi rude quite edible my teeth and tongue unglue
the cloud sets in like heavy divine sister an imposition
grandfather lawnmower spinning on sunny obligation
The contrasts obscuring and illuminating the avenue

The eclipsal apocalypse in stasis cradling humanity's sick heart
It's outer hardened veins in concrete vias
that run between families and careers
feeding hudled residence and commerce

Endless celebrations at large halls
young valets tap the pavement
competing for the newest model
She looks up at them all as they get out and in

that stain in the party table cloth purple and ready for impropriety
 Like road tar in the summer I can't pull my lips off it
The road she envies me all of this a tranquil vibration
Before she ends she bids me farewell

The thoroughfare is empty a sheet of rain relief
 at the party plastic cups replace inconvenient faces
lamposts bathe in lonliness and the moon sets the night
a dictator of sorts conspiring with the supernatural

In ways that separate sanity from the sound mind
The road under light drizzle reflects up off the smooth tarmac
communicating with the silent moon no reply
She the road was taking everyone somewhere

and told me of the solitude
the broken white lines wearing
the cracks running from potholes
I stand on the street listening to it all