Carolina
Harry Burgess
It’s 70', I’m fine
It’s all starting to implode
Cigarette in mouth, burnt rubber on the road
A’rollin’ on a damascene highway; I-95
Through upper Appalachia, with a winter wren
Evanescent a child
Carolina back then;
'I was dumb when I was younger
I needed everybody for comfort
To see in me a sleeping sun and a contour'
Carolina
Creeping ennui
My median year in the stars
Caught a peach I’d seen on House of Cards
Each annum yields
Elapses in a blink and life’s a séance as you enter the backwards view;
You whisper to things passed
You’ll never be as you were
In MD we stopped for gas and came upon the NSA;
'I wonder if they read my brain in Carolina today'