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Renga: ON THE ROAD
(senryu)
Los Angeles, California
In deep cleft
subtle licks bring white flows
Azusa wild fire
Needles, California
long straight and hard
I drive and drive into your heat
Mojave's sweaty ride
Flagstaff, Arizona
trapped in cotton
snake seeking to uncoil
boxer rebellion
Gallop, New Mexico
viper ready to spit
charmer girl stops mid thrust
slow damn wi-fi
Little Rock, Arkansas
wet in Arkansas
cell phone talk of chowders
can't wait to eat her clam
Canton, Georgia
Walmart stop
sale on Kopi Luwak coffee
mmmm tastes like cat shit
Athens, Georgia
hipster heaven
India short shorts and June sun
Oh what rosy cheeks
Chattanooga, Tennessee
Smokey ridges
thinking of you, down south
sign reads "eat messy"
Fort Smith, Arkansas
loving southern names
want to go there with you
Bushy Lake, Toad Suck Park
Arkansas/Oklahoma border
Oklahoma sundown
misty folds of peach and plum
longing for your warm wet
Henryetta, Oklahoma
train horns sing the night
alone, your poems ignite me
don't fret, I handled it
Holbrook, Arizona
gully washing rain
pushing through arroyo floods
love how your butte looks
(more to follow)
Los Angeles, California
In deep cleft
subtle licks bring white flows
Azusa wild fire
Needles, California
long straight and hard
I drive and drive into your heat
Mojave's sweaty ride
Flagstaff, Arizona
trapped in cotton
snake seeking to uncoil
boxer rebellion
Gallop, New Mexico
viper ready to spit
charmer girl stops mid thrust
slow damn wi-fi
Little Rock, Arkansas
wet in Arkansas
cell phone talk of chowders
can't wait to eat her clam
Canton, Georgia
Walmart stop
sale on Kopi Luwak coffee
mmmm tastes like cat shit
Athens, Georgia
hipster heaven
India short shorts and June sun
Oh what rosy cheeks
Chattanooga, Tennessee
Smokey ridges
thinking of you, down south
sign reads "eat messy"
Fort Smith, Arkansas
loving southern names
want to go there with you
Bushy Lake, Toad Suck Park
Arkansas/Oklahoma border
Oklahoma sundown
misty folds of peach and plum
longing for your warm wet
Henryetta, Oklahoma
train horns sing the night
alone, your poems ignite me
don't fret, I handled it
Holbrook, Arizona
gully washing rain
pushing through arroyo floods
love how your butte looks
(more to follow)
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