10. x 2

I'm a mixed up cadaver on borrowed time.

I've seen you walking the streets

A metaphor

A simile 

A crow 

Talking EA Poe and Rimbaud

The boat is in the river at night

I'm Henry Miller with no money

Broke on the streets of Paris

The 9th Arrondisement

Montmartre

Talking a mile a minute

To keep the cold out

We never got along 

We went to Death Valley

In separate tents

Even the dog didn't know what was going on

We saw geological formations 

For which there were no names

At least we didn't know them

Saw funnels of clouds 

Rising up from the dry mountain cold

Rose campground 

Junked cars with bullet holes 

Mines with grates covering them

We drove on

Camping wherever we could

We argued about how to cook Italian sausages 

It was fun.