I used to dream of Kerouac’s
road but this one doesn’t
lead to Cuzco
where I lose
my car
my keys
my shoes
all cards
and papers.
road but this one doesn’t
lead to Cuzco
Machu Picchu
Rome
but a maze of a cityRome
where I lose
my car
my keys
my shoes
all cards
and papers.
In this dream noir
friends flicker and fade
the score pounds a
rock on my skull
maps are pointless
keys stick
elevator buttons
are bare of numbers
When I read the subtitles
I learn where I’m going.
Where all roads end.
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