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2011 | 9 months ago 493 miles away from home
this town holds the one I love
on the far north end, near the city limits
here for the money
ride this one out as long as possible
as the economy collapses around us
trying not to get crushed
this town overcharges for a burger
in a 2 star diner
this town built on oil and gas and
funded by the contractors
this town closes up early
but might stay late, for you
this town, isolated
in this large state
face to face again
you look different
your tired eyes, your tired words
I catch only glimpses of you
the you that left one month ago
you’re face shows little rest, little quiet
under the dirt and grim, you’ve aged
you tell me of the constant ramble
television, voices, machines
on, on, on, on Always on
I loose you for moments
the eyes get lost
there is no humidity, you tell me
dry land, dry air, dry you
the a/c sucking your breath away
leaves you gasping in your sleep
the sun is closer here, you say
as if it is cursing those that inhabit this place
the churches on every corner won’t save you
although the reliable wind brings some relief
this town, we now have a joint account
with a zero balance
this town, we stand under a wind turbine
seen from miles away
this town, we sacrifice some food
for peace from the flies
this town, where the one I love sleeps
