NOV PAD 2010 - day 14

I saw the bricks falling ahead of me
golden and glinting in the sun. Make me more promises
swear by things we can't keep; turn doughnuts
parking lot dragster, I can keep up. I don't look it,
but I prefer the asphalt
gravel and dirt roads. Simplicity to the complex. Silver
to a Golden road. I don't believe in Oz
or wishes or Ruby slippers. I believe in weed-wackers, machetes
and finger nails caked in dirt.