Highway's Dream
Will I ever wander the circles of a highway's dream that cries like lovers of a reminiscent dawn, caught-up in their own beauty of the world? Searching for an undiscovered, once-sacred truth of humdrum compromises circling around each era's sun. Ashtray moons once regarded by peasants-turned-servants that now sit on cardboard boxes, eating off the soles of folks that earn their income by manufacturing zoo cages on every half-mile mark of a highway screaming “No! I am for those who are free!” Using its guttered shrieks for life's knowledges to create symphonies of winds playing Mahler, searching for a fluttering chance of being beautiful again.
* Jake David lives near Cornwall, ON. Though not a formally published author or poet, his imagery has flashed across the screens of Soundless, ditch, and has upcoming work in The Battered Suitcase. He has proudly been rejected three consecutive times by Word Riot.
