Neil McRoberts

The dark monotony
Of night rain
And 99's valley towns.
The asphalt snake uncoils
For hours as tires hiss
Along its broken, dazzling back.
Fleeing from chaos
Receding
Southbound to trouble.
As always.
On the nights like this
I think of a life
Where every breath isn’t
Inhaling darkness
And point my wheels
Towards its heart.
Someday, I lie,
— As Miles soothes me
Into believing the dream
That I’m playing a scene
That got cut from some film
Sketched
By Hammett or Chandler
Between books — ,
I am going to be free
Of this vale of deals,
Find a place,
I can never leave sleep.

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Your wood is cracked
Shattered like the land
You now lie upon
Saw tooth ridges
Of wood or rock
Fractured and beautiful
But broken
As hearts and dreams can
Be
At peace
This golden land beguiles
And promises heroic ideals
But even the sun,
With its relentless caress
Destroys things
Radiating our baubles into dust
And the land will shake off
Our unwelcome trespass
If she wants to
Walk lightly here is sound advice
Your roots a hopeless tangle
Before the indifferent azure sky
Their sight a pointer
To an older trouble
The rot set in long before
Your toppling told us you would die

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Neil McRoberts

Neil McRoberts

Epidemiologist and interdisciplinary scientist at the University of California, Davis. I grew up in Scotland and have lived in the USA since 2010.