from the road

all I’ve got

well, been real busy with you know what but it’s time for me to post. this is all I’ve got. thanks.

            I
    Well sure, I remember 
    when old glacier came ‘round,
    cut all these upstarts 
    down to size, left in
     bootprints in mud
     mountain bluebirds.

               II
       ran off chasing after 
   big orange oily moon, spilled my
       rat guts on the road
     
       ain’t no trouble follows 
   this joy and this pain, don’t seek
       no trail to blaze