dark highways take us near and far from home

we find ourselves among the cities and roads again	on the beach, after those midnight beasts came and went, I chose the sea	down under stars coming up, we are home again	He made the stars speak to me in Morse Code
against the humming of diesel engines	we woke up to find you gone. well, said the city, we still have the river.	We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves	Be careful and don't fall down
I was once young and had a home	My Mouth, the Whore	Some nights, I lie in my bed and stare up at the stars...	I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
The thunder of my soul escaping my mouth	December 24, 2009	Driving on the Interstate Highway System with a gunshot wound	The Death of Setanta
Las Vegas	if I can't have silence	AASHTO	At night, all American cities look the same
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