the show. the road. flatbed honeymoon. lake charles.
through swamps and rice fields. through lafayette, dense and confused. through dreamsicle sunsets, black birds, bottlenecks. through dead baby j and backwards wooden bridges, unfound. through great plastic pigs and hound piss ornaments on the move. through breaux bridge inflections and no jew hebert. through pop tarts and drive by baked beans. through unknown lefts and rights and lazy eyed fishermen, no better. through flaccid steeples and costa rican broken heart mugs. through you got what you needed and i got mine. through medical debris. through shooting the moon. through pretty little girls with so bad teeth. through candy jail and animal shapes. through open field with no child. through i’m through with love. through almost saturday night. through one last screw. through i just turned 22. through wondering what to do. through another little piece. through closet/toilet, almost. through i’m doing it anyway. through pink rum. through pink deer. through square one. through the top five. through the girls version. through the guys, too. through true blue. through me. through you.
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haha! Animals shapes!
I like your poem very much.
thanks, chicago. may another road trip find us soon …
guided by the voice of the silver jew.
What a good, good song…
in a yellow el camino … listenin’ to howlin’ wolf.
I’d like to go on a road trip with you….but not too far….I’ve already been there.
no more trips to globe for you, andrew? i’ve been spinning some of the old am radio stuff. you guys were ahead of your time. you should reform. i’ll play bass. i’m in touch with duffy. we just need to locate that redneck with the honey voiced melodies.