Written while seeking the "This Way" tour. Story shall accompany.
The distant rumble of concrete,
and hum of six cylinder chassis,
18 wheeler mostrosities,
or wind on wind on steel
invites my abject horror
to meet with travails need
.
Three dimensions scream down the sea
of nameless blankness in faces of eve
Blind me, bind me, f*** or free me,
break me, bleed me, receive my flesh
upon your tongue, sanguine or yellowing
Oh, sweet sorrow of escapist suffering,
should you savor the jaundiced step
beware and belate every instant
it is not the martyr's poetic death
At the heart of the eight compelling nonfiction stories and five-article appendix which make up Dreams of the Immortal City Savannah is this interesting question: What would your life mean if you were living someone else's dream of what it should be?
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