driving through the mountains
I notice how the
gray roads
cut through the rock and grass
the cars circulate between cities
slow and cold
like the pulse of
a dying man
they shit out little clouds of
gray smoke
that chases away the
blue sky
like giants chasing children
trash is thrown out
bags bottles broken dreams
it’s buried in the ground
and little blades of
empty promises
grow from the dusty soil
as I leave
I look back and cry out
fight back Mountain!
but it can’t hear me
and my voice just echoes through
the hollow bones of the dead figure
but maybe the sound causes
a little tremor
and a small pebble escapes
the decaying prison
and tumbles down the broken face
like a little bird
learning how to fly
and maybe it soars down
and strikes a passing car
and makes a little crack in the windshield of
a new mercedes
of a broken road
and a little sports car pulls in
an angry woman in a
black dress
sits in the suede seat
with a cracked view
and I can’t help but
smile.
I notice how the
gray roads
cut through the rock and grass
the cars circulate between cities
slow and cold
like the pulse of
a dying man
they shit out little clouds of
gray smoke
that chases away the
blue sky
like giants chasing children
trash is thrown out
bags bottles broken dreams
it’s buried in the ground
and little blades of
empty promises
grow from the dusty soil
as I leave
I look back and cry out
fight back Mountain!
but it can’t hear me
and my voice just echoes through
the hollow bones of the dead figure
but maybe the sound causes
a little tremor
and a small pebble escapes
the decaying prison
and tumbles down the broken face
like a little bird
learning how to fly
and maybe it soars down
and strikes a passing car
and makes a little crack in the windshield of
a new mercedes
and later I stop for gas at
some local station off the side
of a broken road
and a little sports car pulls in
an angry woman in a
black dress
sits in the suede seat
with a cracked view
and I can’t help but
smile.
