why was my driver’s licence not returned to me at the Peace Arch? how do i draw a border and stop talking when losing my voice? what do i know of crazy? running out of gas at mile 267 in Woodburn, Oregon.
however, a half hour later, BCAA to the rescue eh, and back on the road Kerouac-like roaming the country in search of something greater, (sure hope the road don’t come to own her.) she plays football in the AT&T store with her femme. it only takes six days to get phone service in America. on every corner, flu shots immediately available.
flag floggers. sh. go away. girl bloggers. sh. go away.
all gave some. some gave all.
through Ruby Valley & Jackpot, Nevada, down a dirt road of memory. into a town. smells like pee. picks up coffee in a cafe, cucumber cool.
under neapolitan clouds. raindrops pointillistic and silver streams exercise their freedom to choose on their windshield.
on this day, Daphne Odjig at ninety-seven, dies. Picasso admired her painting at Expo 67. and Kim Kardashian is tied up and robbed at gunpoint by cops.
in Apache Junction, the local yokel cut off a rattler’s head and tail. an hour later, we see it gyrating in the back of their pickup, its nerves firing. o’erhead, a rhetorical owl. (who, who)
i eat a little crow. roll in the hole. in the new bed. next morning, a curved bill thrasher ribbits in the butterfly air. cat stretch, chittering-esque. fixed on bird
“there was a band playing in her head and she felt like getting high.” rattlers. fill her dreams.
a coyote trots down her new street Rosa Parks, in light fantastic. mammoth RV’s slash a path through their homeland and lumber steadily into this, the village we call “Pueblo’.
“stop talking. you are losing your voice, chatty cat.”
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i like it like i like the way you work it
when the road don’t come to own you
lonesome like the last time you tried
you’d walk a hundred miles
to get back where you belonged
the last time you tried
walk on by
walk on by
i like it / i like it / it’s good / a hotdiggity dog / rappin’ / back in / the back of / the oldsmobile / my best friend hiding / the road don’t own her / she came back / back where she belonged / she don’t walk on by / sigh / she there / still / she there
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