yellow is the color of
despair on this road
liquor stores, motels,
and an unknown number
of people who
need them.
itinerant scrawlers, unseen,
hitting everything but
the sign…
crime
ǝɯıɹɔ
and an arrow
between, pointing backward.
more yellow,
the 754, nearly empty
and traveling
in the direction
i’m not.
briefly, i see them,
like me,
lost in this city.
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“Like me, lost in this city.”
Perfect.
goosebumps
How do you do the inverted word? Very cool. I like your words, and I can’t wait for your book.
Hi there. im from malaysia.. i hope mr matt know where is it …. wow, im almost crying when i read your post… i hope i have a daddy like you. im now 17. im still have a daddy right now, but he rare to speak and give his attention to my mom especially , brothers and me.. madeline was very lucky5 bcoz she have a father like you…hope mr matt can visit malaysia.bye.