El Camino

The El Camino is not a car, it’s

a creature. I saw one the other day

as it whizzed by . It was dull orange

with flecks of mud that clung to

its body like so many barnacles.

And then I thought, the El Camino is not

a car it’s a haircut, mullet style, ambiguous,

and un-a-shamed. Then I realized the El Camino

is not a car, its a tadpole, forever waiting to

meta-morphize into a car or pickup truck.

And then it dawned on me, the El Camino is not

a car, it’s a lost sperm cruising down a lonely

trail looking for the royal highway that leads

to glory. “The road”, is never found—only

a dull boulevard headed straight to an egg-less oblivion.

The El Camino is not a car, it is simply America:

frustrated and a little bit funny…

Ha ha.