the end

of the day
strung out

long
like a harmonica’s

lament
collapses live

on the road
in torn bursts

of paint.
the end

of the day
strung out

long
breathes heavy

as it feeds
on the road

ahead
washing away

a thought
or

two
in its

combustion.
the end

of the day
strung out

long
like a harmonica’s

lament
collapses live

on the road
sputtering

bright coins

of light,
like grease

spitting on fire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : Jay NEWMAN