Poem: Drive-Ins, Dives and Detours

The road to chaos
is not smooth, of course
it is bumpy
unpaved
and fraught with monsters.
Days of detours
bridges closed
snowstorms
cave ins
sinkholes
You can only carry
only so many spare tires
or jump so many
batteries
before your car
decides to give up the ghost.
Run down motels
in the questionable part or town
cheap food at the local greasy spoon
barely enough to live on.
Moods from the high highs
to the low lows.
A pendulum that swings
without warning or concern.
Happy laughter to
frustrated screams
that turn on a dime.
You wonder how others
manage the trip with
smooth sailing
when your own journey
is fraught with anger
and frustration.

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