Friday, September 26, 2014

because love and hate

even here in the clean, cold light of early april,
in the solemn emptiness between
berkshire and speedsville, between  somewhere and
somewhere else, nowhere and
nowhere, the shit of civilization
growing up through the weeds and dirt, the
cigarette butts, styrofoam cups, fast food wrappers,
the wounded and the dying

the trees and the hills

crisp blue sky

no sound of traffic or of industry, but two
empty beer cans and a shattered bottle
on the side of a rutted dirt road

taste of rust when I
turn to kiss you


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