i drove all this way for fucking
i crossed medians, i ate dark and leering eyes perched high in tractor trucks, i
gave company to countless lonely hands, thick and calloused hands, on business
trips much longer than this flick from oklahoma city to the neck of this continent. i saw
peace signs get tongues shoved between their crotches and when my dash bled red
i hurtled through your towns, wheezing for gas and lodging the pedal deep inside my
foot. i screamed past your porches and flicked off your wives and their assortment
when my car finally choked, i buried it hard into a ditch and ripped the stickers off its
ass and taped up my chest, cut my hair past my ears with a crude chainsaw shaped
like my keys. i stumbled through the dark until i found the woods (and when the woods
found me, they reached out and took me).
so instead of you and your well-hung horses and stupid friends, i slept with slugs and
rotting winter flesh. i did this for love (and not for you). i did it for scars (and not for tears),
so that when you found me you'd know just what you lost.
now morning sings in sirens and you see me here in the distant sparkle of blue and red and
black, dead inside these woods with blood on my thighs and the teeth marks to prove it.
all this wasted life and not a dick in my hand or a man to disprove it.