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time well spent
i'm
currently only half way
inside of my body.
two in the morning
twenty-nine degrees
lightly drizzling precipitation
on president's day
the road and i have never been more intimate
my legs,
never more distant
with each automated
momentary union
of sole and asphalt
my pleasure and my frustration
was shared
and distributed evenly
between myself and
the inanimate.
pretend this is my way of honoring a
time before automobiles
and apparently a time .. before
global positioning systems
(among other acronyms)
hello, bailey cove
this has been an
unexpected rendezvous, dear intersection.
how
pleasantly
upsetting
the messiah
happens to
be among us
his name is compass
?
three times
passes an
unmelodious cadence
of
bass
front seat passengers are
trying to
evaluate me
the name tag reads
Mark Twain,
babe,
and
Clemens
resides
inside
several cotton composed layers
kneel, now
(like lieutenant
colonel Washington
in the
brush, taking a swig
from the canteen of a
fallen comrade)
butane is
extracted
through pavemental impact
not a good way to catch your breath
states the blue
outlining of gums and teeth
