Bradford Shimp recreates himself as a poet and fictioneer every time he sits down in front of the computer screen. Sometimes, he is forced there, by the sheer will of a new idea. Other times, he has to drag himself there, and force out words in an endless battle of creativity. Bradford runs a small literary magazine both on and off line called Biff's Boards. Recently, his poems have been featured in Reflections Journal and Tyro's Pen. The Endless Road is his first poem in Nuvein.
Placards blanch the
latest product placement,
the hosiery of society’s
self-infatuation.
Trucks flash lights
as if to say,
we’re still here,
we have not yet
sunken into the oblivion.
But a driver feels so small.
After time, the biggest ego,
left alone, shrinks to only
rinds and skin.
The brightest light on
the horizon is
not the moon,
but the gas-stop,
or the shopping mall.
An exit, always an exit,
never a destination, the
road, harsh highway with
gouged shoulders, alluringly
uncovered to startle the
drowsy awake, like the
bulletin board girl,
lit from above and below,
larger than life, her shoulders
cut perfectly, to startle the
eyeless mass into procurement.
The soulless society does not
notice, the trucks lights blink,
as if to signal, we’re still
here, remember us. We haven’t
yet sunk into the endless road.
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