Monday, September 15, 2014

bad poetry hits the road (with postcards from cozad)

the sun comes up in cozad, nebraska

cozad, nebraska

and so the sun comes up everywhere
and the sun comes up anywhere
wherever you are
and wherever you ain’t
it doesn’t matter
where you are
it doesn’t matter
where you ain’t
the sun comes up
anywhere
and the sun comes up
everywhere

we travel along
and the radio plays
and of course what comes on
is a song –
the one about paradise –
and
maybe we’ve waited so long
and
maybe it’s all disappeared
and
the beauty of radio
on the road
is that it disappears

as we travel along

and
those tickets
to paradise

disappear

before, even,
the end of the song.



the mountains rise up
and we drive along
the mountains rise up
and we sing a song
the mountains rise up
and we know we’ve been wrong
the mountains rise up
yet we go along

welcome to cozad

the sun, it rose in cozad.