if you listen real close
you can hear the cars humming
down the highway. the rain
sloshing through your head
leaves behind black smudges
of mud. heavy lights stand,
giving the trail a secretive,
meaningful glow. as if it were
another world with a history
of war...
tall and blue, darkness
cannot escape the hands of
the search lights as they pierce
your vehicle and lay you to waste.
you drift in mind as you car speeds
ahead, to a place where castles stand
tall at every corner and, within, your
soul is small. i can remember the
smell of cigarettes sighing behind.
i'd cough every time i'd pretend
i knew who i was. but that highway
was all consuming, leaving nothing
behind with which to claim my place.
a simple complexity wrapped up and
down illinois' broadside.
i'm here at the center and
only she can hear me. a vein
sticking far out to the east
with seemingly no end. i'll
tie off the last passages
and, in discomfort, turn out
the lights. i'll dream happily
tonight, knowing the morning
won't come. the air seal
is tight and the lights are all
extinguished. save for the one
lacking height.
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