Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, December 7, 2014


by Madison Volz

He cut his feet on bladed grass
Sitting in our silenced nonsense
Watching beer bottle eyes
Being young the illness
Symptoms based on stupidity

He was just a boy
To naïve to swallow the truths
She loved him
But not his father
The new guys were “just friends”

Exciting in a short time
He couldn’t know  
Drunks are attracted to light
A glowing beam of a Chevy
Caught his attention

Waking to breaking news
His mother never
Did look good
Dressed in black

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