by Patrick Moran
go this way there are trees there will be a farmhouse wait to be seen time to examine their conscience it’s the story of mouth and eyes speak of hope where it was you were going |
ill-tempered man lives here of the ill-tempered man who is of two mindsthey know each other’s ways they have battled over his soul one mind is the mind of tenderness one mind is the mind of action between two worlds these are the eyes may you never come to know |
this is NOT a safe place you knew because you made these marks
there are thieves about this is true believe or disbelieve the others this is always true think of everything the smoke of memory |
road is spoiled full of other hobos they are following the warm weather something else tells you they can suck pity from a stonemeeting them you felt nothing resembling pity or misfortune but instead a feeling of dread you couldn’t explain something tells you the road has not changed something tells you |