State Line

August 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

There are hurtles to get through when you drive across the state line.
There are hundreds of voices that you have to slice over and ignore.
Ridgy highway, bump, bump
tattered skulls,
yes mam, no mam.
Here we are today,
Dancing away our fears.
Happiness, pure faces, golden days.
Ah…there is nothing I live for but to
forget yesteryear.
Days old lumber, sweet smell
smacking together,
the rusty penny brown nail heads
beaten in.
Acknowledge me!
I am here,
That is all.
No difference make us now.
Here we volley across,
Zip tie to the other side.
Perishable line,
Battle not won,
Just done.
A New one lies on the burnt down
We share the same history
You and I.


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