Highway City Rodeo

Handle bars on the reins
of a slow-moving jet-plane.
Troggling humpledy a’times
Et serpentine s’times.
All roads are marked in blue and white
and green signs,
yet It loses its means
to various ends.

Mechanics with smoth-clayed faces
Kids with potty flairs.
Baba in snake-skin suit (attire)
Powdered chalk on the face.

Love in the back-seats
of its carriages
And across
these aisles.

30 May’10