Disjointed And Awfully Aware:

In A Lifetime Driving I Lost David Byrne's Watch In The Back Roads Of Arkansas

by Holly Blue

We passed all the paper plants

My feet feel lost on this ground that houses

An infirmary that's collapsed

Buildings are high when we drive away from the road

I can't stop to listen closely

The noises in the trees floor me after moving the ground

It's getting dark with nothing going for me

They still won't shut up at all with their sound

It's very confined here, there are no satellites

No signal for the phone

No point in claustrophobia, no hoping

This will die down

This won't take forever, not like it matters at the rate we're going in the end

We'll all fail

This knife in my back broke off, I was doubled over in the front seat

It doesn't matter as long as we get there

~ August 10, 2009