On the Road

So I went cross-country, cross-my-country
cross our teeny-tiny dark little country
from South to centre and to the West
to find something, maybe, that wasn’t
found at any destination – but on the road
and I read On the Road, too, and rather
than enlightening, I found it annoying
I mean well done, for romanticising
a lack of any editing or money, for that matter
but okay – I took something from it. Okay.

I took away that the road is a place to be
and that in the passenger seat, a friend beside me
drinking in every tree and turn of our country
I found a few words inside me on the train
and I blurted them out quickly before St Pancras
North Somerset took us West, and its roads
took me home. I spat up a few words here and there
and I felt a little safer in my own body
when I came back South

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