Didn’t find my mind on the old mail route so I kept going west.
Ballinger, nope, wasn’t there.
Winters, nope, wasn’t there.
Bronte, nope.
Robert Lee, nope.
Sterling City, nope, so I went south.
Ate the turkey on rye sammich I made before running away.
Fifty miles from nowhere and not much in Barnhart either, including my mind, just some oil company shit, and a dead deer that lost its mind.
so you left a trail of bread crumbs so you could find your way home?
ReplyDeleteIf you think your lost or lost your mind. Then you probly have.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on