feeling the lightness of my forearms
when I hold them
above my head
in the morning
remembering the desperation
to roam free as a teen
all of our investment
in this animal life
a hollow skeleton
on the side of the road
spells being cast in every direction
and at the end of the day
we are someone, somewhere
poised to care
furry flesh falling off the skeleton
trying to figure out what
kind of animal at 90 mph
feeling high
on the open road
so many stories
make me wanna curl up
in a ball and
not share
but my lifes not the craziest
I heard of
still constantly waiting
to take myself
to the emergency room
obsessed with the freights
my trains of thought
"there's a romance to it"
along the river…
of life
I don't want to derail you
but I do want to feel
your open death bottle
the northern US like
a bowl of oatmeal
with dinosaur eggs
everything is meat!
free and meant to be
