wide open stare
Jun 14, 2022
facing uncertainty
the sign read
the wonderful land of oz or bust
guilt runs rampid in the ranks
thumb on the hitchike
and the questions stink
unrighteous justice or
faceless atrocities and bombed out alleys
the tired tormented masses
Temples don’t bow down to me
illuminating shadows
this road is no home for the meek
falling past midnight
draped in linen rags and a wash of rain
the easel of my eyes
brushed the mud from my shoes
and another town
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