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Disclaimer: These works are the
product of an immature
mind and thus may not be suitable for other
immature minds. Discretion may be needed while reading.
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Road Miscellany
And when I drive my car to the right
The turn signal plays a dance beat in my head
So I drive down the road at night
Signal left and think of you
early 1991?
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Morning comes...
The moon is so low, it's depressed
I think I'll have a hi-ball
The Moon is so low it's depressed
This celestial circle sinks in the west
It puts on a dusty orange coat
And goes to hide in the still black horizon
Where old lovers and spent nights go to die
Nov., 91?
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Sunrise
Driving over the fringe of Ponchatrain
past the cypress and the pines
I head into the false sunrise
of the city of New Orleans
12/18/91
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Powerlines-
stretched across the hiway
superimpose themselves on the sky
like some kind of gridwork for God
to scale his clouds by
artwork of white, blue, and shades of grey
later man adds a
the strange beauty of a papermill
nestled in a once virgin forest
while communing on I-20, N. Central
Louisiana, '90
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Red Tailed Hawk-
Red Tailed Hawk
circling on eddies of air
gazes hungrily
at the fat metal beast
that speeds along the blacktopped scar
cutting through the evergreen corridor
X
A cloudy X marks the pale blue sky
half a hand high off the horizon
Jet fumes or crossed phoenix plumes?
-1994?
*return to top*
Window
Under the Overpass, On the Offramp
Across the Interstate I drive...
Through the window
12/31/91
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Peppers
Thoughts pass like ships in the night
Across the lonely ocean of my mind
Idea laden cargo vessels
Full of premonitions and presumptions
passing through BFE on the way home from Chili Peppers N.O.
concert, 1991
*return to top*
Bluegrass storm
Storm clouds on the horizon
Tree leaves turn anxiously in the wind
The smell of rain in the air
The banshee wail of the wind
Becomes the low moan of a lone saxophone
Raindrops on a tin roof and running down the spout
Fade to the beat of a jazz drummer
May 1992, driving across the Bluegrass Parkway
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Taillights
Taillights and street lamps reflected in a wet roadway
The street lamps fade behind me
But the taillights are never distant
Feb.1993
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Glass Chip
There is a small pebble chip in the center of my windshield. And as
it catches and bends and twists the sunlight in its splintered crevasses,
my thoughts climb to that ball of nuclear fusion that powers this local
sparkle. If the sun is really just an amalgamation of cosmic dust and
molecules, if the universe is just a collection of random numbers, then
why is this simple pebble-chip in my windshield such a thing of beauty?
Early 1994?
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Sparks
On a sunny morning’s commute, I spy a smoking cigarette butt spinning
towards the shoulder. And I imagine a similar butt some night on the
way home as a glowing tracer through the air landing on the interstate
as a starburst of warm orange light. Warm and lonely like you at home
and me on the end of a sixty-hour workweek speeding home.
Early 1995
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Reaching
to describe the strange beauty in an everyday and somewhat irresponsible
act:
Cigarette sparks thrown
Scatter in the rear mirror
Cinders on the road
1997?
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Mediocre or mediaokra - you be
the judge.
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