Rewriting the Map

"And I never asked
for the keys to the car
or the secrets in the jar

But we left
2AM and west
West of All That Mattered
all we chose not to remember
all we left to starve
all we remembered yet
and put fire to fire to

rooms of the aged and rose
scent crying in the curtains
books half finished
dinner in the kitchen

Too late and too
much for two
to bear

But bear we did
and cross the borders
flying town with it's night dogs
night scent night winds night
never with arms long enough to hold
never and we are still young aren't we?

we are and we
still have your father's watch
still have time and
forty-eight bucks till Kentucky...

4AM
and the radio
gives up it's voice
again hisses
staccato over ocean
the sound of a slow tearing dress
the sound
between sounds

Bare feet on the dashboard
Sleep and I
will wake you I
will promise you I
will never let him hurt you again..."
-k. rolly

small recent oilgraph
from a 12 year old photo
and extemporaneous verse
that I won't read till tomorrow morning