On an economy more dreary than our disposition, <br />Our Chevy sputtered along a desert highway in the night. <br />As we rode on towards the dim crossroads, <br />A slow, shadowy figure emerged into disfigured sight. <br /> <br />Scotty nudged my arm and I assumed <br />The angel on his shoulder was whispering in his ear <br />Because on any other night, as macabre as this <br />We would have just sped off <br />Leaving a trail of dirt in the air. <br /> <br />The friction crawled up into skin as I mashed the brake, <br />The Chevy wheels screeching a dusty demise. <br />The man showed his face, carrying a heavy plastic sack, <br />A shark smile and shaky praying mantis eyes. <br /> <br />Scotty and I listened to the man ramble about <br />Extraterrestrials and aliens and UFO's. <br />He continued on with space conspiracies, <br />Hidden nuclear warheads and animal sex shows. <br /> <br />The angel on Scotty's shoulder frowned <br />And I wanted to twist the wheel and pull to the roadside. <br />But I kept on going on down down down, <br />Down down down as the road got more and more wide. <br /> <br />The dawn was nearing to the day <br />And the sky was beginning to turn this dim steel blue. <br />He pointed out that the next crossroads <br />Was where he was due. <br /> <br />When we got there and our fingers trembling, <br />He got out of the car, not a word being said, <br />And his sack opened up <br />And out fell a bloody human head. <br /> <br />'A memento, ' he said with a grin. <br />And as we watched him walk down the road <br />With eyes undone, <br />A sparkle-supernova beamed down from the clouds <br />And just like that, <br />He was gone.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-the-hitchhiker-at-the-crossroads/
