Wanderbust

im lost yet let me wander on
outside the city limits
into the moonlight eminence
where imagination pivots

the sentence dripping
off the dammed up void
clamors on my brow

a breath of life in
this hand carved pfief
could serve as winters plow

fleeing debt accumulated by
the toll booth in my heart
where every pump must exact the love
it intended at the start

cessation came to a fever pitch
her scream it broke my thoughts
and sundered choice calamity
an errant train of misgauged values
a million smoking guns