Back Roads VI - Dustin Vado

The minute I left
I knew I was not fine.

The radio is crying
Waves of broken glass 
Without a chord change
For relief

Lanes of shattered crystal
Glow by headlight
And reminisce the bass
That brought them

Pulse of this vein 
Is quiet now,
The blood has already
Passed this way

I'm going home 
To meet my brother
And reminisce the bass
That brought us
To infrequent rendezvous
And invisible chats -
We both long
For childhood
When practice was king
And every day
Does his bidding

The turn to my street
Off the short stint
In Copland
Pulls the gut
In to relief 
Of G force
Made by bass
That grieves wanderers

My brother greets me
By calling me a faggot
Like the pigs
Swarming 
My neighborhood
Just might 
If they ever caught me

Summer nights
Glow in orange
The way the campfire
Smiles through the grate

My sweater reeks
Of smoke and memory
The way home
Shines off the glass
Near the reflectors

I will miss my brother 
When he returns 
To the motherland
For the first time
And doesn't know 
The streets.

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