The Farthest Fields are all Flowers
the ashes were blown
from his bones &
swept into the
trailing winds of a
passing 18 wheeler
yet he careened along
a continuous mass
overlaid onto the
slowly spreading
dreamscape of
maligned highways
& abandoned farmhouses
Horror Sleaze Trash 
This piece is fucking amazing. Mind-blowing imagery Jonathan. I can hear the horn, and feel the wind off that rude bastard, and I’m thumbs up like a Jack of Diamonds, seeking love and girl scout cookies in that fabled city of bleach blond big tittied angels.
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