Roads Poem by Phillip Erb

I blink and the sun is gone
What the hell've I accomplished
Sitting here for forgotten hours
Now the day is over
Absent minds distract easily;
The comfort of false adjustment
Accompanies the venom -
The Serpent's deception into blood.
Neither here, nor there or practically anywhere
Will you find what, find whom
My passion bears
But the undersized people
Smoking cigarettes
Laughing beneath my window
Aren't the ones who care
For some reason the baggage handlers
Refuse to guide my luggage
Now my bathroom's a trap for dust
From Jupiter, or God knows where,
So I'm off to the store for another brush
Praying:
God, show me which one to buy
Help me scrape the poison off,
Help me spit it down the drain for good.