The Road Ahead Is Full of Smaller Cars.

There and not somewhere else
In the past, say, or in promises
Over the hill. And smaller fantasies.
Together we play. Let us play.
Let’s give back what we need.

The road ahead is full of slightly more
Than we can eat in a reasonable amount
Of time. Mess with your plumbing
For a dollar. A good rate for filling up
Your pipes with joy. Together we are
Priests and dignitaries of motion.

Go lightly on your way, pouncing cats,
In name of petroleum reserves, aloud.
There, the whistling bird upon ore
Mountaintops. The road ahead lies
Paved with scratch-armed fathers.
Think twice before you mess with a dollar.