Highway Signs

The pyramid-head highway signs
stand at ease. They’ve burrowed and hollowed
an eternity crypt into darkness for darkness.
Near the horizon bloodline streams. Noise
deafens noise.

‘Hi’, I pass their blank faces. Speed takes us
into the neighborhood of the X.
The highway signs beam in our headlights.
Brief was their delight,
and so are ours, night’s, day’s.






Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

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