Saturday, March 22, 2014

Town to town.
Highly mobile, wholly homicidal, biblically brutal,
we painted the walls in broad crimson swathes.

<*>Time to disappear.<*>

So we wrapped our troubles in a bright package.
Used up all our favors then said goodbye to Topeka.

Twenty-five miles out, looking over her shoulder, Mariposa rasped,
"History disappears faster than we can make it. Look around. So many lives. Can you not see them? They litter the sides of the road."*
Barnaby smoked and drove.
"Woody Guthrie killed fascists."
Town to town.

* Thank you, John Doe

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