There’s no one else on this road I’m on, and I like it that way.
It smells slightly of roadkill, dust-devils and funnel clouds
and goes on as far as the eye can see.
Going somewhere.
There’s fields of borax and gravel fans
the tar is melting in the Sun. An earthquake put a kink in it
and a brushfire burned the dried stream bed.
A long road filled with mirages baking under the Sun.
The air smells like going somewhere.
Don’t know where I’ll end up
but the Sun is hot in the morning
and the air smells like
I want to go somewhere.
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.