This poem is a bridge, you’ve just missed
the last exit before the toll. Perhaps
it’s a bell, for bells toll too, I’m told.
Poem me? Poem you! The nerve
is what needs
touching. Meaning?
EZ Pass – right this way; Always in
the wrong lane behind the guy with no cash
who cannot get the mechanical arm to lift
no matter what, and then just misses running over
the service technician crossing slowly in front of
our earth-bound vehicles.

You’ll note that there is no toll going in
the other direction. Try to make me pay.
I dare you.

© Chagall ∞