A Long Road Winds Along the Edges

Driving and singing through the

Rained-on night, tossing miles away

With lightening speed

Thundering and gay with promises.

I didn’t see at first, but there you were

Together.

Torn inside out and dead with rage

I birthed a cunning plot.

Pock-marked and coffin nailed

It scythed across my maliced cheeks.

I stayed there frozen to the icy metal in my mind.

The streets were black and finger wet

With all those boring tears.

At last it let me go;

I see how I was sickened with it.

I’m on the road again now, flying over bean fields

Winding over the edges.

A half a tank of gas

A glove compartment map

A fishbowl full of matchbook covers