[deathbypoem]

Badlands
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he drove a caravan of hearts
"this is the last stop", he said.

but it chases me to sleep
and still wraps its arms
around the highway north

turn the caution light down flat
and take me to places
where I
float in your river of
willow trees
where your branches are still
timbered doors
that I can't break down

I am no lumberjack
but, I know there is a
city wet with light
kerosene dripping heartbeats
two steps from the sun

but, I live for this
addiction and the
rush of street lights
pounding above my head, you
do that to me
that spiraling light
past the city limits
but we're still so far away
a mountain of
phosphorescent years --

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