Off-Road
Halfway between the tin can sky
blazing like the reflection of these past few years
where heartaches are more common than headaches
and the groove of my thumb matches the grooves of the piano keys,
I have discovered the mutiny of silence and the slip of rain
as the days turn into years, and the lines on the road fade
until nothing but the veered-off treads of my burnt red pickup
seem to make any brand upon my soul.
~Hammeh
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