so I write poems to bring back the past
I dream about times I was kickin’ some ass
drinkin’ cheap whiskey
smokin’ strong grass
takin the back roads
and drivin too fast
wind up in a town
with a with a funny old name – like
Skookumchuck
Phosphate
Paradise
Plains
no one in the place but a cat on the bar
in Roundup Montana
healing my scars

~drift~

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