
This world has a stick up its ass and Romeo is unhinged
Juliet has aborted her American dreams
With a uranium-gilded coat hanger
Highway sounds ungloom the world now
Star-spangled Heaven’s sheet
Unburden us from the greed
In the aisle of serenity
Where no one walks or stalks
A lingering solar eclipse buttons the sky
A pathway bends toward a stoic horizon
Rough gray hills, short trees, dry scrub
Bottle-brush cacti
A whimsical dark world
The emptiness, the bleakness
Almost beautiful and soothing to a muddied mind
No chaos and color on high
Broken birds float through time
A wooden post fence stands hobbled
A broken gate opens
Time absorbs all life
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