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The Deadwoods

from The Rider by Blackwood Overdrive

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The thirst that stings his throat remains intense
Bearing the rasp of his twin cylinders
He’s as dry as his arid surroundings
But he is alive

He rides Near-North for lack of bearing
For lack of anything at all
As withered cacti turn to stumps
And stumps to one-time trees

He was a boy, he woke alone
To barren landscapes all unknown
And from the scraps he built a bike

The dead became memories
Then the memories died
Death became his life

His knuckles white from over-clenching
His teeth worn from bitter grinding
He’s pulled his newfound strength from nothing
Yet he is alive

The thick of the dead woods go on forever
Directions fade into nothing
Each further turn loses its meaning
Directions become entwined

He was a boy, upon two wheels
Inside the land of the unreal
A state dreamlike
Upon his bike

The dead became memories
Then the memories died
Death became his life

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from The Rider, released April 30, 2018

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Subverting highway Rock'n'Roll, by way of the origins of doom, with stories inspired by King's Dark Tower.

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