RoadShow

Oily black tar strips
like freeway tapeworms,
writhing beneath four rubber shoes -
my spinning feet.

Concrete dust rising
like volcanic ash,
backlit,
awash with violent electricity.
Stadium street lights
hacking iridescent phlegm,
rumbling up from the depths
of hulking generators.

Nocturnal trolls
in orange jumpers
busy themselves
with intestinal hoses
undulating from the backs
of iron lung tankers.

Craning to see more,
passing at sign sanctioned speeds,
a dream,
a movie I once saw,
a moment alone in time...