If only the road were an endless tattoo
Scribing it’s religion across this canvas.
Perhaps it could even flash the brights
At the right time
Warring warnings on the asphalt battlefield.
I’ll be your Sal if you’ll be my Dean,
Seeking the lost father that’s haunting our dreams.
We’ll blur the state lines of marriage and decency,
Litter children like soon-forgotten cities.
Share this incomplete husk with me,
Trekking towards reconciling our shattered masculinity.
Let’s ride this dark soul of America,
Levitating above the varicose highway veins
In the reaping lull of the gloaming---
It’s time the Tinsmith whispers
Set the pace for our madness.
Horizon’s endless enticement
---The consummate trickster---
Doubles back on time’s loaded die
Withering righteousness to elegy.
Moment's past ripe, truth turned cryptology---
What phantom hero pummels the accelerator onward?
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