13 Jan 2014, 11:53am
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Archeology (4)

Santa Rosa

Road the road the road
Through this never was
Never will be
Although I can still see a sky so blue here

You wouldn’t forget me in no time
Would you
If I didn’t remind you

I stayed at the Motel 6
Getting giddy
Burying the likeness of me

I had 1000 more miles of highway to cross tomorrow
Where I would I live
In a new city, over there
You were dying your hair
A young color

*

Problems are like prophecy
Maybe
They don’t amount to anything
Then why am I still writing a poem about all this
     like it happened 40 million years ago

If I like you at any time you are happy
Or sad at your reflection
You are not Buddhist enough
I am not
Materialist enough

We’re both sortof dumb
But we’re trying

*

They had a car museum
And a chicken restaurant

I masturbated in every hotel room along the way
Sometimes within the sheets
So clean so white so good
Covering the bare fact of me

Your voice on the telephone really shocked me
Shivering me often

Near Gallup I nearly stayed for a quarter of a century
Considering the age of dinosaurs

*

Now I must go back and go back
To Albuquerque
I will be thankful there for the other direction
Thankful for my education

I never told you how much the room cost
Did I

You put a quarter in the telescope
You can see my room

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