Barn To Crozet

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I've been M.I.A. even to myself. Hiding in cars, in empty houses, in roadside once barns. Out on the tracks the stars are more than ever. Last night I look up at Orion and think of Saudi Arabia. Suppose we are all that close that close that close that close. My bags are packed. The long arms of middle America await the R&B heaven of my John Legend head bob baby body moves. The world looks bigger? or perhaps I have shrunk deliberately folded like the hands of a grateful prayer. Lets try this again:

Hurtski go
no bigger am I barn hung than I
understood that freckled night
how to hold on
how to draw you out
from last punch of snow
whats left to break up
all the ha! and ho-hum
shock giggle, of
O shit, it's spring.
so ready to make it too.

Jerry Nailguire