I
The paved lanes spill
over hills and
the road rolls both ways.

II
Their asses sat on the side
of the road; the hitchhikers in black,
thumbs out at passing cars.

III
Somewhere, a road’s rumble strips
awaken. Somewhere
else a baby still sleeps.

IV
A road is the quickest way
between two destinations.
It is not the only.

V
The maw pours road
like liquid
in the dead of night.

VI
The road to hell
is paved with the promises
I made myself.

VII
“The freeway’s just like veins
without a heart.”
This road’s clogged.

VIII
Empty, I wonder
if a road is ever meant
to be full?

IX
This road takes me there.
This road takes me back.
Which do I take?