Sunday, May 28, 2017

excerpt from "uncertain terms"


sunlight turns to shit in
the blink of an eye
dead vines hanging from
chain link fences out at the
edge of town and never any idea of
whats being kept in or whats
              being kept out

never any sound but the sound of
the wind or of
dogs barking in the distance

sound of abandoned trailers
pushing against
the empty landscape

drive as far away from here as
you can, but it will still be
the only place you ever
think of as home

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