the sad beige color of unbleached linen

vacant
the gravel-pocked road stretches its
crumbled
long and winding arm
for miles.
horrible little grass tufts
covered by the dandruff of smut
lecherous barnacles
and feet.
kicking up a long line of dust
from this town to the

next.
chasing
i'm running
on this barren road
watching your bumper drive away
pulling away from this miserable place

and my ankles snap,
unable to take the weight
of dirt
clods collecting deep within my lungs
accumulated filth
a broken hitchhiker
listening to the engine pull away
watching the road decay