Thursday, July 15, 2010


Gut wrenching
More than what I thought it might be
Seeing you
On the side of the road
With a sack full of shit to lug to the next town
Worn boots on blacktop
All beat knees and busted spirits
Kerouac could never have known
The nature of things on this road
These circumstances bloated
Like bodies baking on the shoulder
Split open from the heat like legs
Waiting to be filled
With the nuance of a pause
And its implications
Stuck in the silence between bridges
Wrapped in the timbre of the moment
Free from the burden of weight

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