Endless

I am in a web of country

counting surrogates

the crows and old ghosts circling above 

a rust of antenna like model airplanes or

forgotten songs

Your fragrant stone points me to the northern star

but still I am waiting old friend

The bones from my knees are graced to the hollows

the nights have laid trembling

and I am far too far beyond repair

too late to stay and dance in the fog light

too soon to leave before our song

I dream that this all comes back around

turns with a casual shake or wink

a simple yowl slit into variations

the cold slab opens from a wish that carries me

This all through slow evolution 

this all that slivers me into a deeper country where

they call out my name and I follow my burdens too light to see

down to sleep then wake again 

in the backseat of an old blue cutlass

staring down an endless Texas road.

Reviews

[lightsong]

I'm feeling a deep deep yearning for the youth days, the yearning that haunts and controls every emotion and emotional sense You have, tugs You inside Your heart repeatedly again and again, leaves You with tears. You are stuck now, in this life, this situation, this trail You are facing now, but somehow You are free in Your memories, free to dream on them and fly away with and into them. an emotional write for me Mr. Joe.

[barleygirl]

I'm reading several books about writing & one of them advises to pick rare images that convey a ton of information about a scene, character or story, but without having to spell it all out in words. This is the way you use imagery, just like the "experts" recommend! Love the "cutlass staring down an endless Texas road" -- such imagery is endless, as far as showing a fulsome story . . . *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Aurora]

This is like a hallucigenic dream, carrying our burdens into an unknown world, crisscrossing their worries with our own. I need my black coffee now.

[Perdition]

Hallucinogenic dream? Isn't that kinda redundant? Like a dry sand dune getting wet and soaking up the rain with a beach towel made of yellow glass and drowning in a grain of cloud? Love the " carrying our burdens into an unknown world, crisscrossing their worries with our own, I'll start the grounds You try to remember my name...someone has to, especially after only three hours of sleep in as many days days...speaking of which, do you remember what we were talking about tree minutes ago? Thanks...I don't either...neither? Where the hell am I ? :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I spend many an hour in a cutlass...Most comfortable car we ever owned...dreams were formed there lying on the backseat...bare feet on the window enduring the hot southern sun with cool air conditioning and velveteen...watching the clouds and the trees....thinking about summer adventures and friends....Ill be back for more after Ive turned and twisted and fussed and fidgeted a bit:P

[Perdition]

Okay ..so is this poem really about the Cutlass? ..haha..probably..maybe, but whatever gets you there is what everything ever written is all about so Thanks and now phone is ringing so "twisted and fussed and fidgeted" huh...you must be getting better..glad to hear.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of reuniting with my oldest friend and the two of us often taking a trip down that memory lane...
not in the blue cutlass, but a 65 Chevy Impala...and nights behind the A&P waiting for the bakery truck and our box of donuts...as we talked for hours.
Sometimes i would like to be able to go back there...just for a short trip.
so Nostalgic here...
really nice write.
j.

[Perdition]

For me it was a '66 Mustang and the Safeway or Grand Unions rather than A&P but we had an old Cutlass in a snake pit hole on a 20 acre farm in Texas when I was 19...I use to climb down and sit in that old car and dream with the rattlers and scorpions...but I have a donut story as well..lol. Glad it could bring back good memories~ Thanks jacob erin-cilberto