monuments on a barren landscape
a mcdonalds sign punctuates
the dull existance of a bumpy road..
where scribbles come in difficulty,
and the highways are marked in obscurity.

the trafic crawls-
we are virginal newborns.
fresh from the womb of wisconsin.
into the reality of illinois.
nothing changes but a toll;
as we crawl through the gates
we walk. we run.
monuments are rising in the distance,
as a roadsign reminds me of my distance from the world.

and, as the road forces me to reality
the speedbumps disrupt my handwriting,
i am being born again;
illinois.

08/02/2003

Author's Note: the first in my chicago saga.

Posted on 08/03/2003
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