Hypnotizing wheels rumble the empty
space between night and dawn.
A world transformed—
grey ocean resting on the plains
deep, impenetrable, broken ghosts
signs manifest mysterious
and vanish.
Punk rock radio,
sonic wind, pushing ever outward,
a star core against the smothering
pressure of staying.
Silencing fog—infinite escape
routes when all directions
are equal.
Roads disappear into the mist,
curtained destinies: farm and field;
town and school; fast food
off ramp, neon light—
Wichita Falls.
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A summer re-run of sorts. I posted a very early draft of this back in 2006 and kept tinkering on and off over the years. It was eventually published by The Houston Literary Review in February 2011. Sadly, they seem to have disappeared. Such is the way of the internet and its e-journals, I suppose. Anyway, here ’tis. I’ll post the other poem of mine that they were kind enough to publish in the coming days.
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