In You

Country roads and small town blues.
Cities in the grip of suicide.
Bulldozers crashing through the fields
of wildflowers in bloom.
Build another angled room.
Be sure to pad the cells.

Buy and sell in paper play.
Computerize the loss and gain.
Close your hand
and feel the nothing there.
Communicate across a distance.
Never come to know the feel of real.

Country roads and small town blues.
Smoky haze, the scent of booze.
Wishing for another round of high.
Just beneath the alibis,
your heart and soul are waiting.
Sing it out and hear it fade.
The love is taunting you.

Lusty nights of passion's heat.
Virginal, the feel of hard and soft and sweet.
Pretend you never heard them scream.
Get wasted in another old town dream.
Just pass out and sleep the mean
of emptiness come true.

Country roads and small town blues.
Haunting memories of school.
Cities in the grip of suicide.
Close your eyes and make a wish.
The womb and tomb are real.
Padded are the many rooms
of our inequity.

Take another journey then.
The empty space is calling.
Motorize your feet into a sleek
and easy motion.
Don't think of life and death.
Scrape off the mess that builds
itself across protective glass.

Country roads and small town blues.
Crickets singing as you snooze.
Mesmerized, we dream our way along.
Softly then, another song
begins to sing in you...

? Michaelette ?

6/4/2002
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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