there is a travelers rune in my name

Photo by: tm

Photo by: tm

as if i haven’t worn enough of a trench

laying down rubber like lines of paint over lapping

the beginnings of a yarn ball modern painting

tooling back and forth on these roads that will not forget

that i have rolled over them doing nothing but dreaming

of what could be off the next exit

dreaming of escaping off that too too familiar path

for all of my hoping those streets always seemed to end in places of usuality

a final red haltering stop

but on those bright and rare occasions they would end

with clear signs of further goings

even if there was no further to be gone that day