New Poem.

Highway signs that
flash and warn

“LAST EXIT ON HIGHWAY”
and
“HIGHWAY ENDS 1500 FEET”

thrill me

Beyond that last turnoff always
a wall
a barrier of yellow and black boards
some mound of untended concrete 
gone to brush
saying

here is where it all ends

It intended to go further
but exhausted it stopped

You should too or
take that last turn if
you insist upon continuing

People say the road goes on and on
always on and on
You can go forever if you want
Keep turning off and you’ll never stop

When they say that
it just makes me even more
want to crash into those highway graves
just to prove
a point about the desirability 
of limits
and satisfaction
to offer a definition of 
far enough

There I’d rest

without regret for that last missed exit
and filled in my last moment with joy at avoiding
the collapse within me (had I turned)
upon seeing more road ahead
and more of the unrelenting boredom of
endless gray below me
above me
and within