May
14
The Trip (As it is)
“These roads entice us,” said the Coyote’s carcass
The scabs clot his fur, keeping blood at its darkest
Suppose this prophet has something to send
I could lie about hearing, I could also pretend
Enjoying the traps that another forged
Across cracks and potholes, raindrop storage
Gasoline tank jealous for affection
Gasoline tank overzealous for direction
Little needle always hiding its true intention
Little needle always running from true perfection
Dissonance sings in perfect harmony
Melodies fight as a single army
