Follow The Geography
Mt. Ranier rained fog
on my parade
San Diego blew, blustered,
flustered my best instincts
Pine Ridge poisoned my prairie footsteps
across bad lands bleeding Hepatitis C
Charlotte left lust not lipstick on my collar
as I lay in dawn's gutter
Dallas offered redemption
too wide to embrace for my sling-slung arms
Boston bled me of all my naiveté,
the Charles River flowing between who I was, who I would become
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