Outside The Dells

Haunting images that may or may have not

Been there surround the thoughts and 

Feelings of a fading line of history.

Losing the road while looking at road

that blends into eye and mind makes the 

Smoke from spinning wheels mine as well.

For seconds that the devil stretched into

Centuries, the earth shifts on it's axis

And it's almost like walking on the ceiling.

Grandpa's hard work has let itself

Fall into pieces, sharing stories in low

Places with a reverent collection of roadkill.

And there you are, the man that never changes,

Hovering above so desperately clinging to

Melting ice and leather for your life.

Boredom breeds fear outside the dells.

Windows may not shatter, but inside your skull

They're searing a brand to carry you home.