Sunlight on a Slab

Most roads are boring,
Most waysides more so,
And most small towns worse.

Why bother driving?
Why bother stopping?
Why settle yourself

Anywhere you weren’t
Raised, stuck already,
Anywhere that isn’t

A great big city
Where something must be
Exciting someone?

Extract the boredom
From between the claws
Of the wayside world

And every last thing
You wanted to live
Is what you’ve rescued.