tuned in now to West Virginia
just ten miles left in
Pennsylvania
and a past of passed towns unearthed
where the
stories of men go unheard
but I can hear them now
from the FM band on the southern
bound
the receiver rings, the soul sings through
from the
nameless source, alive and true
and I feel so small
trying to count what matters in this
world
and I feel so dumb
trying to catch my thoughts as they
come
and I am so bored
here in the wake of post-modern lore
but I will not succumb
to this listless nihilist doldrum