Lost Highway

lost highway

miles sign 

figures linger

awhile at

virus altered

membrane

visions of every

last move

 

tried soldier

await loss

homeless

wandering in

never give-a-way

love

nothing is free to

own nothing

 

blue skies white

clouds

asphalt blacktop

phantom limb

broken shelf

cracked at

smoking gun

sink top

 

bruised and

battered for

forget lost love in

time

touch the knife

edge on

backward advice

back woods goes

 

sheltered children

cry

pass the bottle

motor

snake charms

stick on

naked skin paste

white

lies forged in

business

ocean spawn

miles of

cast glance rattle

fool meat

halfwit in

fragmented reality

 

feeds

tools of trade

distant key

barkeep me high

all day

wash salty tears

dry from

alone in loneliness

 

those

spewed fluid

passively

explore dialogue

alone

lead uneasy

appetite on stone

virgin

 

everyday last

happiness

wandering dog

praise

imagine smooth

paths

seeks movement

god from those

 

together remain

hard

need laughter

indulged in

pitted surface

wrapped

hard fever

pitched

buried ground at

fury unleashed

horde burned

rapture

bones along

swooning orb

empty handed

turn left

 

shadow truths

anger in spite

starve slowly

holy in faith

on Sabbath day

sex

pearled neck

mouth to mouth

 

chase starlight

closed eyes

rains that alter

haunts

media channel

change crawls

amateurs to dance

enlightened

 

first to begin

beaten in love

drool

all those that find

edged shave

that turn

slow progression

waters flow

 

unbroken dreams

nails

a meal

stuttering dialogue

fight loss

sausage

mud hut madman

fence leans

midnight moon

desolate road

prostitute tethered

lead astray

way down

fettered and chain

pockets toss coin

edge of town

 

keepers of secret

spit green

death lingers

follow the sign

praise

forgiveness on me

seeds life

tongues lurid

 

dreams that fly

see nothing

living

childhood

flickers madness

toddler

daughters kiss

father

 

in violence

hollow

conditioned

me desirable

cut deep throated

around corners

salvation

emptiness

 

still at play

buried in thick

dark night

coins tossed

for gain

packaged lunch

groans

chained

 

Robert Hnasko