the_end_of_the_road Cicero I have come to the end of the road the place where signs are useless and not even drifters dare bed down where the moon can’t shine nor coyotes echoes reach my last companion left without speaking fed up with my intent to walk myself to the end rightly so, I figure, she has other places to go no time for my eccentric explorations the west is won the ocean drained the skies airways and outer space, it’s all the same there’s nowhere left to go but back or over the side 030422 ... lulie where all the dead are buried; no one wants to live there. 050331 ... gja . 170831 what's it to you? who go blather from