LovetruckerMotels of My Heart
May 22nd 2008 07:49
Just those few minutes left in the warm lair of the cabin before pouring myself into another situation. Like a straggly hitchhiker, I stumble along moonlit roads and make the dust my bed. This isolated nest of souls ahead could cherish what may perish along this eternal black river.
The glow of the town is just ahead and this mad scramble is but done. The days ahead are painted backdrops in a pantomime of pain called Its My Life. What god in what universe brought me here on such a whim? When I disgorge myself from this truck shaped present, I shall enter motels of my heart and forever keep the flapping blackness at bay.
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