A Matter of Moonlight Perspective

Shooting up north through Tex-ass

               in 2006

after a hopeless gig in San Antonio

driving that night

under a vacant moon

with only a song to show for it

a month later, somehow managed to yank

               a sliver of hope

                     from its silver

                     gloss light.

Sometimes all it takes is a song.

A song from a bag of tricks that

used to rattle like bones

           now sings brilliantly

                    tinged

and it never ceases to feel like

a con, that is to say, if I can just

lull everyone to a sort of blank

state, I can jump out of the

           picture, hardly

                           noticed

take on a whole handful of roads

like snakes and summer heat

            leprous hot highway

            sun bake

in the American wilderness

           the floods and

                  folds of

                  countless flatland

                  miles

threatening to eat us alive

in yawn distance of highways

               heard from tiny pin

               point towns.

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(May 12, 2013)