Thursday, August 18, 2011

POEM: "Why Maps Matter"

Why Maps Matter

The bugs are plaguing you
The ruts are getting deeper
You are unfolding the map

There’s a dead beast up ahead
Her giggling continues, you reach in
A brown bag for a sip of Jack D

The machine almost out of control
Not exactly because of you, but well
Damn, levity is beyond your powers

She slaps foul goo all over you
The tube says Use By 2006
And the map is nearly useless

A million insects suddenly go nuts
Their number’s been dialled at last
You swat at them hard with the map

When you get back on the sacred road
You miss your turn-off, damn it all
How far do brutal tracks go?

© 2011 Rob Schackne

1 comment:

  1. I love this one! Sounds like Australia, but I suppose not?