Monday, April 28, 2008

i hear all these
prophetic words
like fireside and primordial
of a world amongst
the gravel sides of ghostly rushing roads
and wide open

and i have to wonder if that dream
still breaths

or if it has become
just crystaline myth
all unchanging
in memory

or if the American Road is still a wild thing
filled with tramps


joe said...

this is great.

let's go find nebraska.

Lilly said...

...answer your own question.