i can picture it
dusty desert roads
old motels when the
sky opens up and the
holes in the tent leak
the empty rooms and
bare mattresses of a
creaky single wide
a patch of wall where
a cross once hung for
so long the wallpaper
holds its faded image
payphones and
diner booths
card games and
cold pews
*(sunbeams dreamily
landing in your eyes)*
i can almost taste
cola flavored slushies
cans of beans and
cigarettes and coffee
and smell burnt pancakes
egg casserole the way grace's
mom made it at home
secondhand smoke a bonfire
made from incense and an
abandoned white church
i can hear the songs
the laughter tears and
screams to heaven over
rumbling rubber tires
i know the way they
talk and theorize
argue and laugh
cry and pray
i've felt it before
somewhere here
and there in
twinges of time
but nobody ever claimed
you could wander the
world in one day or that
writing a gospel was easy.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
i can picture it
dusty desert roads
old motels when the
sky opens up and the
holes in the tent leak
the empty rooms and
bare mattresses of a
creaky single wide
a patch of wall where
a cross once hung for
so long the wallpaper
holds its faded image
payphones and
diner booths
card games and
cold pews
*(sunbeams dreamily
landing in your eyes)*
i can almost taste
cola flavored slushies
cans of beans and
cigarettes and coffee
and smell burnt pancakes
egg casserole the way grace's
mom made it at home
secondhand smoke a bonfire
made from incense and an
abandoned white church
i can hear the songs
the laughter tears and
screams to heaven over
rumbling rubber tires
i know the way they
talk and theorize
argue and laugh
cry and pray
i've felt it before
somewhere here
and there in
twinges of time
but nobody ever claimed
you could wander the
world in one day or that
writing a gospel was easy.