Wednesday, March 25, 2015

At the best of my mess


Driving down a freeway no seatbelts
                                           
                                            Farmer's tan
Cat n mouse truck driver
                                                                Scares me to death

                                                                San Diego bound

Ain't nothing but corn and queso for fuel 
                                                            
                                                                Mixed with diesel
                                                                        
Don't mess with...
                                                                    
Austin    

                                                                                   
Tucson, Tijuana, tempted

Back by the standard of

Don't trust anyone over it
                                       I'm turning 30

Get a real job, just one, not two where days change to night

In an instant
                                       I gotta get back to
I gotta get back to

The best of my mess

In the eye of the bye and bye

Circle and born

Saying it by returning

Welded to unbroken in hot  Texas
                                                                   Way out in the belly of forgotten
Pieced belies
Together friends 
                                             I never knew

I had strummed my precious feathers

                                                                     Homed back
Pigeons seagulls

Surf upon arrival

It is not terrible

On being home

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