Male

36

I am a curious, sensual scorpio.

DRIVING THROUGH THE HEARTLAND IN A MOTORHOME


I want to believe you, America
I want to believe the promises
Of billboards and commerce and
The optimism of wide open spaces,
But your future is for sale,
Your language, your Truth, your children
Can anything be sacred
When everything is for sale?

I’m longing for you
An impossible communion
In vast parking lots and
Desolate strip malls filled
With your lonely, desperate children
Shopping for you and wishing for you
To say something real and true
Which isn’t on Sale! for a limited time only
Two-for-one special! offer
While supplies last
And some restrictions apply.

There is rain in the valley,
A warm wind blows over the interstate
The drops come slowly at first
As the dark clouds move over the plains
It comes faster, washing the pavement
Hitting windshields in sheets,
The land exhales and breathes in again
Cars pull over, people run and hide

There is some relief in this




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