listen to me,
you have one chance
to make it.
leave,
take what you need,
leave the rest behind.
don't worry
about saying goodbye,
they wont care
until later.
pave the road,
don't worry about
covering your tracks.
they'll find you
eventually
don't worry about
being careful,
you learn the
most not
being
careful.
but if you can,
and you're mad
enough,
take the other road
with the wicked woods,
yellow moon and poe birds
they wont care to follow you there
you'll save yourself from Jesus.
many of the greats have
fought the great fight here.
oil watercolor skies
carved the best.
the lovers hanging
in the wind.
white roman pillars high.
lines of paper poetry
flying
then
burning to ash as
another strange sky
fills with rain.
a cat follows the two-lane
highway to another time.
don't follow.
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