Highway Cruise

I am hopeful but not overly,
For in the very real face of adversity,
I am overtly seen in the light of a fading moon,
When dawn blinks too soon,
In a very real episodic journey to entitlement,
Where chimney sweeping,
And funeral weeping,
Are not separated by the standards and practices,
Our contracts may be binding,
Our decidely mortal existences may fall in the blurred places,
We are not overly sure of our position,
I am hopeful, but not completely,
For next could been seen through the eyes of the world weary,
Men and women sick to death of double dealing,
Of single and triple switching of double standards,
Concocting the time warp,
But never stepping through,
Just to say it is so.
But where do the birds and the dinosaurs go,
Having fossilized winged migration,
Faulting the slump in behavior into a slump in digestion,
Our food is tastier,
Our appetite is sustained,
Given our hoping for more hoping in the face of adversity,
Not being able to attend the same university,
As our beloved beloveds, or friend so dear,
Careening toward a backdrop of very real wood,
Splinters in fingers,
Blinded by two by fours in the back of an old ford,
Pausing only to remind yourself that you are,
Very much alive, but still bleeding,
Blinded,
Bruised,
Bewildered,
And ultimately belittled,
By your superiors.
Cry havoc,
All ye angels on high,
For the humans have exceeded you,
Through perversions, and taxes,
Through eye sores and boils,
Passed the obligatory moments of bubonic,
The black death on the tongue,
Seeping out through sewer rats,
Falling,
Failing,
Flinging oneself,
Into Fractures,
Fibulas,
Forgotten,
Forsaken,
Forgone.