The Strip is everywhere.
We won the war, built some highways,
some gas pumps, roadhouses, flashing lights.
We put up neon swoop flourish against deserts.
We put up some rusted Space Age swing,
some billboards on the outskirts of Texas.
The roads all went south
beyond rusted steel plants and jimson weed,
deeper south surrounded by war heroes thick.
Wear the air, breath whispered where it ain’t,
near Vicksburg , the majestic, beaten cannons,
glory and ghosts rising from riverbeds.
They clutch a weapon, a button, a song, a color,
or verse, secrets of universe, blown sand from rock.
Everything fights itself, rain fights its only sun.
God ghosts the holy mountains between.
The Strip
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Nice stuff. I like the double usage of ghosts too.Wear the air, breath whispered where it ain’t,
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
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