the road lay stripped
into the distant haze,
crouchin’ down beside it
past infamies came
flooding through,
a misappropriation
of destiny
heat seekin’ and
demonic tricks,
sentinel incontinence
of the gravest kind;
raisin’ prayers
the only thing to do
to see the river
where right an’ wrong
flow into one
subjugated
pool of holy cool
- from Excavations Around the Sun
