Gaslight Station

we have already
seen a lot of things
strung on vines
made from shitty
dashboard music

lost sparrows trying
to find their way home
to warped cities
where no one
give a shit to
hear them sing

highway vacancies
makes you more
easily seen
sticking to the trenches
where souls lose their skin

wearing smiles
like masks
to hide behind
outdated curtain calls

lights in the distance
feed the comfort missing
throwing words out
before fully formed

every hard pass
will merge left
shattering all this
life in the rearview
leaving me to believe
it was all for nothing

(C) S. Lynette, 2023