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...
XXX ZOMBIEBOY XXX
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