the cigarette pack wars

the first one was hard
the rest just fell out
the snow this morning
is crisp, but sparkling
the sun is high, thick

blood on the tracks has
just the right amount
of sentimentality now
and it's washing over me

breaking through the day
and turning all the windswept ways
around and making the day
mine

i just want a warm piece of the road.

2008-02-15 | 9:24 a.m.
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