wanna freeze to death
in Flagstaff, Arizona
laying by the tracks
in a frozen coma
snow softly comes down
covers me
while a BNSF freight goes by
kind of a Neal Cassidy thing
(Edit: Cassady. I should spell his name right)
lights shine off icicles
blinding light splits the night
here to be absorbed by the earth
eastbound, westbound
don’t care if I’m found
legacy of what never was
terminal dreamer out of dreams
except for this last one
to die by the cross-ties
