Detour

So wavery:   the home the job the logisitics
                     trading fine for a fantasy
                     then road shlepping for 12 years
                     fleeing paranoia, shoes of evasion,
                     cloak of stupidity
                     elbow skin and jowl tugged
                                          by strands of goo.


If we asked the wise man, he would perplex:
                   "All one taste
                     un so constrained
                     none to mortgage
                     no whence from flight
                     and
                     no time for haste."


We have chained our cuffs
to bent offramp fender
suburban spiral leads to
4-way stop.

Broad way of awakening
buzzing in vagrant half-noted

distance.