Does my photo steal the soul
From the black cherry dirt, as well
I can only see it
Hear the creek
By quickly stomping
On the brakes
Whipping out the camera and
Back into the long and winding road
-
I don't even remember Muir Woods anymore
Or my sister, almost at all
Only arguments with my ex
Me stomping away
Spoiled
All of us
Leeching
Any moisture from this land
Using it, turning it
With our focus, our attention
Into
Piss
-
I worried
I shouldn't stop to look and shoot at all
No idea how far I was
From a real road
Heatstroke or dehydration
Sunburn, run out of gas
Woman somewhere asked me
What I wanted to remember so badly
Around a bend two trees
Taller one's
Matriarchal
Green puffy arms
Hovering above
The other
I said,
"Something
Other than
That."
And suddenly
There was
The interstate
Crank up the radio
Sensation
I don’t
Remember
by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -
www.cokescroaks.com
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