a thought between thoughts
a leaf between logs
what can i do to please these Gods?
soft trace approximate cliches
in the margins of an atlas page
bury moments with no markers
push time's arrow backwards
resign myself to trying harder
ground below and sky above
yearn for honesty and love
when that word was nothing but
a word between words
(a word for the birds
on the faraway highways)
watch the billboards bleed motel fees
watch everything get hard and harder to read
with every passing lane
each rundown shopping mall and past embrace
i watch a country slowly pass away
try to get my lips around its name
(the syllables always sound the same)
but i guess America serves her purpose
puts us closer and closer to distance.