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Pike County, Indiana '98

a wide flat dusty road becomes a
soup of hydrogen, carbon
as engines are left to rot

there are

truths scratched in the dirt.
empty crossings on corners speak of
transportation for the dead
old and broken down

this is

the burden of time
to see vultures wait for rust
as ghosts carve the valley 


Chills <-- I was tempted to write that thirty times because dang. I love the feeling this invokes. Dark America. Or your tag: "American Empty." I will be pondering that last bit (starting with "this is[...]") for quite some time. It makes one wonder how things got to be this way.

Basically this is a really, really cool portrait of a place, and I almost want to take a quick road trip to Indiana to see it for myself.


You did a really great job on this. The title instantly draws you in. As I was reading it I could almost feel the dirt clouded air on my skin. I really like line 8 the best. "Old and broken down" seems like a fitting detail for the setting. Looking forward to reading more!  


First, I love the title. Fucking A plus for that. Secondly, this is very Bukowski. The last three lines are really some of the best lines I've read in quite a while.


This is it's own unique piece, as if it owns it's own language. The reader can understand but may not relate to the writer's message. If anything they may want to research that area, as they may be a little vague as to the story behind this piece.