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road diary (part 1)

By Dilionn

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Oakland silver-grey sky reflects from broken buildings rotted sea pregnant moon hanging like a tick sucking the life from ghetto poets destitute dreamers angry youth wasted green hills scorched black by twilight shelter the benevolent rich smiling, patronizing at flatland gangland hustlers and whores my tears remain unshed Reno color down below dive out of cool mountain fastness into glitter gulch cheap neon teeth smile from shadowed doorways and passing cars run down little big city so bright, always overshadowed Salt Lake diamond sand gives way melts imperceptibly into grid-planned mormon oasis golden angel blows his trumpet from temple's pinnacle watch him fade behind in the distance rising into white fanged WasatchI just took a cross country road trip...this is the first of a two-part series about the sights and experiences on the trip. Enjoy or something. Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 03:28 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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