app free roadside motels
surgically bypassed by interstate progress
a couple decades back, but still
dying on the blue highway vine,
where you still stick a key into metal door knob
kick open heavy metal door with low caliber dents
and it smells like 1989 still
doubt they got hbo max
but you’re gonna test the bed bounce
and one of y’all gonna leave a footprint
in the drywall because that was the plan
all along
in a spot like that
but it’s all good because you paid cash
and even if they got a cleaning lady
who notices the damage
you’re already 100 miles into
the future
drunk off
life off
the beaten data path
worn as fuck
because some folks never left it
time to get back
to john and jane
dozy doeing
happily along the edges
of the thicc earth
surgically bypassed by interstate progress
a couple decades back, but still
dying on the blue highway vine,
where you still stick a key into metal door knob
kick open heavy metal door with low caliber dents
and it smells like 1989 still
doubt they got hbo max
but you’re gonna test the bed bounce
and one of y’all gonna leave a footprint
in the drywall because that was the plan
all along
in a spot like that
but it’s all good because you paid cash
and even if they got a cleaning lady
who notices the damage
you’re already 100 miles into
the future
drunk off
life off
the beaten data path
worn as fuck
because some folks never left it
time to get back
to john and jane
dozy doeing
happily along the edges
of the thicc earth
1 comment:
Are you like a poet laureate or something? You can be my poet laureate and I will give you laurels of dandelions, buttercups, honeysuckle, train spikes, keys, and/or spray paint, whatever I can find. No crowns of kicks though, cause... you know, metal plates to replace cranium and all. I think currently I am the only living member of my immediate family to not have a metal plate somewhere in the body. Yall fucking terminators. Yep, I'm riding a data path. Now I'm gonna get emails and ads about who knows. Thanks for being so flipping inspriring I can't escape posting a dumb comment (aren't all) and somehow getting tracked. I wish I was a deer, cause I'd never have to rent a room, and I already have to worry about being shot so that wouldn't change. Maybe I should learn how to bed better in landscape. But people are john and jane, though all our unknown last names are doe.
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