on the radio
“this ain’t no place
for the weary kind
this ain’t no place to
lose your mind
pick up your crazy
heart & give it
one more try”
she said you
have depth
walking around with heart
ache every mile
hold your heart
softly in your
nurse it back

soft crunch of fan motor
acid drag sounds of vehicle
mixed with crickets & wind
your car can’t breathe
& is leaking oil
the mechanic said
with no where to go I’m
as good as dead

they wash the pelicans
they poison

the sound of people moving
who I don’t know
how could I be left
here with no where to go