The United States of Earth

do I murder 
when I forget you from afar 
too drunk on the poison of endless roads 
and the countless smokey bars 

but tension is to be loved 
when it is like a passing note 
to a beautiful, beautiful chord 

do I murder us 
putting pavement through my veins 
shooting in that special heroin 
for the seeking and displaced 

but tension is to be loved 
when it is like a passing note 
to a beautiful, beautiful chord