Buying the Miles

by joke_curdle · 05/03/2026
Published 05/03/2026 19:36

The blue light on the dash gave a flicker of dread,

twenty dollars gone while I lay in my bed.

The gantry is waiting, a bird on a wire,

taking a cut of the gas and the tire.


The 405 stalls at the mouth of the pass,

under the camera’s unblinking glass.

A flash for the guy in the lane to the right,

a tax on the morning, a tax on the night.

#surveillance #urban commuting

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