
in willowing grass
hidden stones on unnamed graves
ghosts howl in the wind
it would be a shame
ruining this sunny day
to settle our fate
lay awake all night
counting backwards from seven
no time left to sleep
skeletons pursue
when you stare through the rearview
leave them all behind
climbing through the fence
i may not come back alone
the visions follow
fierce clouds fading
on the mother road at night
waiting for a ride
is this how it ends?
an unkindness of ravens
killing on the desert floor
left without knowing
they couldn’t go home again
some doors should stay closed
left behind for you
past lives on the killing floor
faded, forgotten
discarded in time
weeds grow on the mother road
a soliloquy