tails on the road
from heartestland, indiana.
swirling with the activity of non-arrival.
"howd you end up here?"
she shook her head
grimaced
"i don't know"
she turned away.
kars and where-houses,
grow-anywhere-grass,
watertowers and trailer-serfdom,
closed factories and trailer-fiefdom,
concrete and asphalt,
concrete and asphalt,
concrete and asphalt
and grow-anywhere-grass.
she wasn't a ten
but i guess standards are different where. there? where. here? where.
concrete and asphalt and blacktop.
dirt parking lots and stone parking lots and parking lot structures.
concrete and asphalt and blacktop.
more where than in the cities.
where what is
is what it is.
everybody who passes gives us the worst looks.
parables becoming
what it is.
people becoming
parables becoming
what it is.
i surely don't understand what most people are talking about most of the time.
there is something about the plainness that makes me cry.
there is something in the plainness that makes me uneasy.
there is something and the plainness.
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