Oh Lord, Lord, Lord...
This piece of road is cobbled like my heart today
Is empty like my stomach
Is steep like the cliffs in my eyes
Falling
Rolling
Down.
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord...
This piece of road seems not walkable today
It pushes up
Heavy against the bottoms of my feet
Hidden shards of broken bottles
Cut me
Again and again
And Again
(written back in March (i think) while in Milwaukee)
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