friday, october 24

i'm always, every day
awakening to a world
i barely know and hardly grasp

old wallpaper rusted tracks
dead grain elevators the
cracks in my windshield
cigarette stench nostalgia kick bullshit

leaves on the blacktop
hiway diner and the bank sign next door

65°

65 miles an hour
construction zones in the rain,
western nebraska
eastern colorado
the empty plains, a
trick of the light