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