highways for michael dewar 02

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i've been told it's a long way
to the end and that
just like a man
every car must die so
i guess i'll go out
someday smoking
on the highway and
just like a man
every beast longs for home
and to roll in distinct smells
familiar and tired.

oh, but like a man
i sigh on the neck
of the girl that captivates
my interests today
and i fear change
in my heart will
push so hard i'll
not be sure what
i can refuse or if
a cheap hotel will
see my soul
or my skin
someday and
just like a man i will breathe;

the filtered air of
buses and planes could
not satisfy the way
the sun suffocates
a summer day.

so just like a man
on the highway with
windows down i'll be
looking for my heart
in the great
wind.