fragment from the road

getting out into the universe is useful, it allows me to think, to understand, to write...

of course, scrounging for scrap paper at 70 miles and hour is a challenge...but, nonetheless...

there's no one left
to play me
betray me
to decay me into memories
to slay me
flay me
to play the role
that takes control
of my soul
for a moment
lost to lies.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.