January 1998 / Volume One / Issue One
David Bates
turn & burn

These are the songs sadder than the highway
calling upon all 18 pistons of my heart to
rev it up to
steady the pedal against the foor

as if the Arkansas stars
are the only ones lonely tonight
           quiet against   a moon
           glowing up thru bloodwater
against   the quick flashing strobe
of the line to my left

          I mark the faces of the ones
          who remind me of you
          on the dashboard

          on the hum of the tires
          haggling the road for a moment of peace

          on the windshield like a bored television

that's me between the stations of the radio
in those splitting seconds in those
gaping movements

one day I will pull over
step behind one of these signs
and dis

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