the horizon hot, the field tall
the ground black, sky above all
blue
the car came churning down the road
tesl at the wheel
running on EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEmpty--
click,clack
tic,tock
like a timer ready to blow
slow
down
out of gas
tesl gets out
cracked headlights
bloody hood
gun from belt
tesl knelt
along the road
in the field
waiting . . .
About Me
- Nick Kohut
- A boy of the '90s, a teenager of the dawn of the twenty-first century, and a man of the remainder; Nick Kohut takes great liking towards FILM and ART, including ILLUSTRATION and MUSIC. Peace to the posse. Death to the Klan. I claim to be cultured. And that's just who I am.
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