Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Vanishing Point

It calls again... the road...
I want to take my car and just go.
Far as it will go...
I want to drive it till the engine falls out and the tires burn.

Then get out of the smoking wreckage and kiss it's white metal frame...
...and keep walking.

Hat... jacket... boots... old military shoulder bag full of secrets and faded old pictures and writing books.

Light a smoke... hand cupped in the breeze... light contrasting the last light of day against my face...
Boot heels on the road. Walking towards the setting sun.

Till I see desert sky and desert stars.
Till I am further than the horizon.
Further than the map.
Further than memory

Where my shadow and I will become one in the moonlight...


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