Sunday, July 19, 2015

Running On Empty

I Wish I Understood You

Your trace is too weird
and should not be anything
it so seems to me.
I look left and up
and down the way for a light
or for some throughway
with a right turn sign
which could give me peace of mind,
tasting the fine grit
your wheels have spit up
over and over again -
invisible clouds
trying to keep up -
just like me racing with you,
running on empty.

‎July ‎19, ‎2015 5:10 AM

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