The Turnpike Past Midnight

August 19, 2009

Blank pages
And moonlight
Sorcery unto themselves
between the looking glass
And the looker himself

North jersey
headlight love
Nothing above

It’s whatever it was
And wasn’t

So forever it does
And doesn’t

Alone on the turnpike
Dust, plastic bags, and motor oil
In the wind looking for a place to stay
Between the concrete and the cars

Two flats and my sleeping eyes
Are shooting anything they could condemn

scared I’ll see one disappear
fI look too closely at the stars

Watching all of us go by
watching it go by them

watching all of us buy into
watching all of it go by


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