the crazies come,
looking for a fix
that they're willing
to buy. The bouncer
inspects the crowd
almost as closely
as I do. The bro
with the black hat
is inches away from
a good night, I wish
him luck. License
plates hang overhead,
mapping out
the many places I
would like to be.
This includes
Nevada, Missouri,
Indiana and home.
Blue, striped, bland,
they blend in together
as if from one country.
So this is the states,
the manyfold counties
that crumble together
into one smoldering pile
of unabashed wildness,
living the life that ought
to be lived, living in the
moment that never seems
to slip by, everything,
everything goes on around us,
not stopping to notice
or lament the lame things.
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