i
thought the end of the road
would
T-off into two new directions
so i kept walking
even shin-deep in peat
wetlands to feed
all of your best intentions
but no
that isn't enough
the end of the road just
brings you back
to where you started
when
ginsberg played his squeeze box
all
the walls and cigarette smokerswent into a panic
even strom thurmond shit his pants
the monsters went into hiding
even if it was just
for an overnight
then
when you least expect it
the
road will turn dry and rockythe heat will pry out every last
drop of your brow
leaving you a hollow frame
in place of that fleshy smile
lips love
diving into
at
some point
you'll
become lost
on the great prairie
of endless sunflowers
without fear or compass
and earth
will breathe
in spite of the plunderers
---
e b bortz
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