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All Those Who’re Lost

All those who’re lost aren’t there from wandering; some are asleep, and dream of squandering times and places they’ve not been, describing wonders they’ve not seen. All those who’re lost aren’t there by accident; some choose confusion, it’s self-evident. They … Continue reading

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Some Kind of All American

When this life of mine is over, if it’s been of any worth Royal Oak can lay a claim as the place of my birth, and where my ash is scattered they may choose to put a plaque; the rest … Continue reading

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Wide Open Road

For some reason, I’m in a shit-kicking mood today. All my ducks are in a row, and I’m feeling my oats. Could be because it’s a beautiful warm spring day with a slight breeze and plenty of sunshine. Could be … Continue reading

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Road Going Nowhere

On the south side of the road going nowhere Winter wind letting the chill into my bones Standing tall, as if I don’t care, Acting like I’m supposed to be there As if lost highways had a need to be … Continue reading

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Obviously Lefty Frizzell

I’ve always been obsessed, thematically, with silence, journeys, and the contexts in which real “life-changing” epiphanies occur. It seems to me that one of these places is on the road touring (and it seems to be backed up by what … Continue reading

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At the far end of the canyon

At the far end of the canyon where the road fades into dust, and the remnants of old wagon trains have dissolved into rust, where the touch of high society has left no lasting mark, and no streetlight marks your … Continue reading

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River Road

Down at the end of river road the houses show off concrete knees, with skirts drawn just above the mud that creeps up through the Augustine beginning early June. Some rivers, when they start, seem nothing like their parent ocean’s … Continue reading

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