Backseat Nausea

The medium changed 
The feeling stayed the same 
Bickering and shoulder bruises 
Stopping starting game 

Initiation whose idea 
A trek to where for why 
Highway loss of time 
A neck angled away from sky 

Brilliant thoughts are quickly bored 
Under piles of glancing blurs 
Sponsored signs directed gaze 
Smelly sounds and noisy words 

Are we there and yet again 
Roadways on the beatnick ways 
Next time trip to loving fire 
Goaded not from homebound days

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