Gravel Road
scattered rocks crackling under a 76
chevy truck, cumbersom rusty and dented.
scattered thoughts of a small child,
he peers out the window a pair of headlights
dance over shadows of trees and mudpuddles.
a harbinger of anger coming closer and closer
carried by steel and gravel how he hates the
sound of it.
dark hair and alcohol, violence and fear
are all called father to him.
you know he has an impediment they
say just listen to those unsequential
consonants and that dirty face.
dope and booze are waiting futher
down the road at the end on the left
hand second hand side..
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