highways for michael dewar 03 by interzonepolice, literature
Literature
highways for michael dewar 03
3
hawks gather
over the highway,
gazing solid into
the trucker's high,
picking the flesh i
sold to heaven and
circling the atmosphere
while it gives way to
space.
i sit at a truck stop
eleven feet tall
to survey the evening.
every man craves
destiny or will stay
aimless at an inn
licking the skin of a
stranger or maybe
stay lonely.
it's hard to say
which is better.
highways for michael dewar 02 by interzonepolice, literature
Literature
highways for michael dewar 02
2
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
highways for michael dewar 01 by interzonepolice, literature
Literature
highways for michael dewar 01
1
michael dewar, can you
find my heart? it left me
in madness
for a great wind and i
do fear it has jumped
a train to yer trash city
from my
trash city.
highways for michael dewar 03 by interzonepolice, literature
Literature
highways for michael dewar 03
3
hawks gather
over the highway,
gazing solid into
the trucker's high,
picking the flesh i
sold to heaven and
circling the atmosphere
while it gives way to
space.
i sit at a truck stop
eleven feet tall
to survey the evening.
every man craves
destiny or will stay
aimless at an inn
licking the skin of a
stranger or maybe
stay lonely.
it's hard to say
which is better.
highways for michael dewar 02 by interzonepolice, literature
Literature
highways for michael dewar 02
2
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
highways for michael dewar 01 by interzonepolice, literature
Literature
highways for michael dewar 01
1
michael dewar, can you
find my heart? it left me
in madness
for a great wind and i
do fear it has jumped
a train to yer trash city
from my
trash city.
i am a working class poet and psychedelic noise musician who grew up in and through the bowels of hartford county connecticut. i currently reside in the hipster lands of brooklyn, new york. i am old hat. this is banana content.
Current Residence: BKNY
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
japandroids, titus andronicus, deerhunter, liars, islands
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