Prolix

Connotations to hell --
Repave these streets,
Blighted governments;

Give temperament to the
Self-reincarnation we spur
As we burn and combust 
And accelerate -- 

Miles can be words with the right vehicle
And the book lengthens highway speeds
To perjure purgatory:
There can be no between

When asphalt is more pothole
Than center line
And our road trip is assured 
To end on yet another avenue --