No Future Road

Don’t
go walking down
No Future Road
or your sweet dead end of a life

Might come crawling back
on a bottle

Might come broken back
with a baby

Might come stealing back
with a shotgun

Might not come back

1988

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About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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