Saturday, March 27, 2010

n.o.

rollin’ down I-10
haven’t had a smoke in a month
but this one sure tastes good
and it’s the only thing between
me and boredom how long do we
have in this car
only four hours
it’s not too long to stare out the
window east texas glares back
chili’s after chili’s and then the
bayou then a broken house with
roofs just like the roofs next door
sagging at the seams, the gutters
just hang, out, real low, upside
down, feeling not quite right-side
up the porch an extension of the
street a white new year’s
I think we talked about dogs
a white new year’s I think
a porch the extension of the
street and music sweet music

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