Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Ye Olde Ghoest Town

Hardly a place to stumble upon
single file over rocky streets
decorated by tumbleweeds
square buildings false fronts
left unlocked extremely difficult
to understand when everything

modeled after my face
hair ash blond dishwater blond
wind said this greasy by mid
morning Mom brushed hers upside
down starting at her neck underneath
in Germany everyone knowing how
Dad crushing beer cans creatures
strange at the picnic breakfast
leftovers in the now getaway van
zooming from the place we still
hadn't seen hours and hours
relief visiting mile after mile

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