4 years ago. July 25, 2020 at 11:51 AM
A broken sky weeps over a lonely road,
and for a moment all the world is a Texas ghost town.
My sinister muse,
reeking of rusty iron and fresh screams sits beside me one last time.
A funeral dirge plays flat through the AM radio.
Then fades like a dying car engine.
It leaves a lesser night, a poorer world.
