May 29, 2009

back and forth through actual air

Everyone knows how hard it is, after you've been on the road all day,
to stop driving. You go to sleep and the road runs under the bed like a filmstrip.

A black and white cave rainbow arched between two shoes.

This place is like a haunted turnpike, closed down for years,
where things still happen in the little turnoffs to the renowned teenagers
that never came back.

If Christ had died in a hallway we might pray in hallways or wear
little golden hallways around our necks.

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