Friday, February 18, 2011

Road's End

  Not much recollection of this poem, but there are some lines I like in it.

Road's End

On the road to nowhere
I heard the most amazing tune
And though I can't get it out of my head
I can't quite remember how it goes
So cold out here but
there is no cold
Only heat
and the lack thereof
My shadow behind me
slowly makes its way up front
til it slowly fades away
while I walk
I'll be your surrogate nothing
since nothing seems to elude you
I'll be there until I
get a visit from a
black-collar worker
I'll find a way
I'll wish away
Even if it's til my final day
It's worth it just to see your face
and with my dying breath
I'll call your name

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