when i was young
and heading east
these ashes
weren’t counterfeit.
we avoided

the bend toward
Dallas
in No Man’s Land
by force
of habit,
we two dreamers,
nothing
but a wreck
of the fallible
through
a valley
of saints

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Michael Prihoda was born in the Midwest. He is still there. He is the founding editor of After the Pause literary magazine and he spends a lot of time watching Modern Family when he should be writing. He tweets @michaelprihoda and blogs at michaelprihoda.wordpress.com.

Note: these poems entirely constructed from the song titles of music albums, said album becoming the poem’s title. The genre is experimental found poetry. The artist can be found here.