Life On The Road

Life on the Road

 

 

 

Death… like children

Pulling down the sky

Living like insects

Under stone we lie

 

Catching frogs in the backyard

Rubber boots full of mud

All we hear

Is the endless scream

From inside

The sunshine tastes of blood

 

Lucid like moonlight

We glow beneath the ground

We live like hungry fire

Devouring every town

 

We play explorers in the reservoir

In summer while the skies are clear

In winter clouds of ice

Breathe silver rust upon the water

I take my bag of buds

And blaze my new frontier

 

Desperate like demons

Fornicating iron slaves

We live like zombies

Dancing in shallow graves

 

By night we run around the farm

By day berry blood stains our hands

We play murder games

In the sun-lit field

Cold life on the inside

Has our mind’s making plans

 

Eyes like shimmering hate

War games over the phone

Take the children’s blissfulness

And fray it to the bone

 

We play warriors in the backyard

We wrestle on the trampoline

At night I trudge through the rain

Into the barn I sleep in

Smoke with the devil

While I stare at a computer screen

 

Sleep like dead-sun

Moon made of corpse skin

Castles in the sky, dazed

I crawl through the dungeon

 

We play suffocation in the pool

I traded smoke for poison in a glass

I thought we’d left behind the cold life

But it followed behind us

To remind us

Night sacred shall not pass

 

Death… like living

Staring at the sky

The Devil in me asks the God

What is it like to die?

 

The place that we didn’t believe in

Well we wake up there every day

Life on the road

We travel

Drive into clouds, fade to gray…

 

 

 

 

 

Tyler Dameron

Author's Note

The bold stanzas are chronological events, and the italics are random thoughts from random parts of life. Written on 5/16/11