Otherwiseville

 
 
 
 
 
No.where  
is  
now.here~  
 
to seek  
the passage lost,  
 
a dead man  
highbeams  
the wild frontier  
 
manifesting  
a flesh machine  
ghost  
on the grim wire road  
 
born slouching toward  
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dreaming  
 
sodium grist-type  
fates for cruel books  
and bones  
out in the sticks  
and stones  
 
all casting looks  
on remembrance  
 
alone  
 
at home on the range  
of a grateful change,  
that Stygian hope  
for tire fire screams  
from an afterlife that seems
all between the teeth  
and scarce believed  
 
like a dry-gulch  
through the sheet mulch  
while waxing eyes  
on a headless stead  
in a pool of  
brake light red  
 
with white line fever  
terraform  
salt-of-the-earth-  
styled  
supernatural  
 
everyday grind  
 
deep down inside  
 
with reason & rhyme  
at peeling the time  
into fine blades  
for public state  
 
or shadows washed  
in flame  
as snubnose marks  
at center of mass  
by the bentback tulips  
over some ancient ruins  
 
(speed demon  
taunting need  
with a pothole lead;  
 
the engine doomed  
for whom  
we are  
straight to the moon)  
 
eye  
 
born slouching toward  
the remaining words  
that wyrm along  
the boogaloo station  
of a smoking cessation;  
 
I'm at slip & fall school  
seldom self-aware  
in the sodium grist  
 
as ever,  
 
never  
 
dark looks  
for the grimoire-  
cost  
 
manifesting  
a flesh machine  
ghost  
fresh off the road,  
 
now here  
in  
no where~  
 
and you ought to seek  
the passage lost.