where the asphalt path goes

could you help me get to the trail
with six lanes and lots of gas

along which I'll not be alone
because of course, that's the goal

inside baseball, batter's face
bunted walk of sportish place

these are the stories sought
of all the things you might yet bought

tense as ice and just as broken
melting down all of your tokens

can't you read the words I wrote
and know that on the poison boat

sails will die of motor run
as none of us have any fun

rhyme and money lead to LA
while fizzy funny Chicago day

universe tower and teaching fright
tuition rice and beans first light

dawning on the mind of mine
passive voices churn and whine

of the days this one is it
no need to go so here I sit