I Fucked Up, Mostly.

Americana Injustica

From the direction that the wind
had been howling your name,

I listened closely,
to its tune, lingering,
looked up to the sky,
to see each star on high,
set to fire, and burning.

I fucked up, mostly,
all along, ignoring things,
looking down too much,
found myself out in the cuts
car on dead and I’m walking.

Beneath tonight’s gas giants,
I stand howling your name.

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