god is a burning silver eye is the hot texas sun

untitled spontaneous poem from today about how badly i need to take myself on a road trip. this doesn't feel even close to done but i just wanted to share something with y'all.

i'm leaving you now, i'll say to the sea
for you're too elusive
you tangle my mind into my salty hair
i've lost track of myself in your deathless romance of abyss

i just need my black leather boots and my black leather jacket
to hit the road in search of some better suited language
the language whispered by the swaying of the tall grass
the language that floats along the soft edge of the horizon

all cool like a beatnik,
smoking my way through the dry, flat roads of the west,
there will be no more shadows
under which for me to hide

God is a burning silver eye is the hot texas sun
which melts my skin tight to my flesh
forcing me back in contact with that thing i inescapably am
except this time, i'll find the damn word for it

and a fat old rattlesnake will follow me close behind
sauntering with a know-it-all charm
to keep me moving until i've got it--
a new name, on a wrinkled napkin, in my pocket.