Road trip

Chicago IL

Description

Every so often I wish I could place This frozen Steel barrel Upon the thin skin Of center of My chest And with a ball of fire Initiate A long holiday Upon which I would visit Your dreams And let it be known: When the center is bleeding And you blow It all away And all you feel And all you taste All the horrors You sought to escape Forever remain And wide, you would Quickly wake Skin, bone, soul Burned by the cold Blue-eyed memo Swept down the canyon Long lost Cheyenne Born free on the river Only to be drowned -