Country Roads Take Me Home

Back to roots. A little familiar bedrock or maybe shale.

Wind howls through the trees

walls and roof breath.

Raven side eye glare as I drive by.

No road kill for you today.

You'll have to dodge traffic to eat.

Escape from blue haired

blue masked

ruined holidays

no I won't obey.

Back wards minds

backwards flags

backwards hugs need not try.

Courage is a wet rug that needs to dry.

Sunshine speaks of new days

new ways

drying must

distilled in copper

running spirits but it's really my

Soul.

When I take a courage stand

make a move from Soul

travel my roads

hammer down,

toxic demons who can't rewrite my part

cling to keep me on stage.

Nope.

I won't obey

play your game

wear your diapers

hug you backwards

take your temperature

or read your fabricated lines.

Watch me

exit stage Right.