It began rhyming
started out to be special
got so ****** depressing
I left it by the side

of  Highway 59
like a car
with a flat tire
and walked away

into the distance I walked
for years
and ten times
turned around

strode a hundred yards back
said **** that
and kept on trying to reach
Tupelo

I was in Arkansas
then
alone the cars whizzing by
the only constant

horns and bellowing
gusts of hot air
hellos
high approached

bariton-ed
away like a fog
horn
sad

and cars weren’t ever
the reason for my
soreness
as I looked up
at the sun