A litlle one before heading off to Berlin,
i take my notebook with me, see you in a week.
ELYSIA
The road dulls the spirits
slowly
like meat
on a knife.
It takes us far away from frathouses
and decent neighborhoods
on a long strip
boarded by country towns
where people tell me i am blessed
and billboard that say just enough
when clouds are shapeless.
The sun slowly sets
and hits the water tower
pink and orange replace blue,
nothing new.
Welcome to Wallace.
The road is so long it never seems to end
and we open the box of big questions
and change CDs
to the hissing sound of the AC.
Existence.
Relationships
Time and sinking ships
crashing planes,
and dead stars
but God is just a bumper sticker.
A metal fish.
A late night conversation
that divides and irritates,
anecdotes and the truths we put aside.
Taco Bells and gas stations
provide.
I read the signs but don't know the direction
i'm a passenger as always
on the passenger seat.
The road is clean and the sides are lush,
a drive through Elysia while dusk
calmly descends upon us.
Davidson, NC
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