Marion County

There was a dirt road,
and at twelve,
I was fairly certain it would play some part in my demise,

At dusk, i would sit on a wooden chair at the top of the road,
looking down the path and into the makeshift horizon,

This was a town full of promise,
but only when you were dreaming of getting out,

When it was hot,
I would bring a mason jar for lightning bugs,
and once caught,
I would set them down beside my chair,

I think they liked it there,
beside me and my musings,

Every night,
the Fata Morgana faced me like Alexander Burr,
and every night,
she won

I needed a better attitude about this place,
perhaps it was not so bad up here,
looking down the road a bit,

But I could not shake this feeling,
my gut was taking possession of my mind,
down there,
in the deep beyond,
and just before the Sun and the Moon do their graveyard shifts,
I was sure I'd find my end---