I am going

to do something

on my own.

you asked,

so I responded: “my favorite inanimate object is the road.”


I want to be your gypsy.


I will forever wildly love you.

turn my stone to skin,

I beg Time to let us win.

promise me we’ll sell roses

so we’ll have enough to eat,

with you I’ll hold my breath

and drive to bottom of the world.

my heart is on the highway,


my life is carried away,

you are my purity

and I spend all the hours of time


I want your bones to set me afire,

I’ll whisper poetry to you

so you never overheat.

stay true,

in the midst of our hometown blues

We’ve gotta get out,

put ourselves on the road once more,

we can always come back here.



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