Lost Highway
The road twists and turns, pulling me to a means with no end
The lines blur my reality, as the back slappers drone on, in empty echo
The lips move in gibberish from hollow eyed strangers eager to draw in this scene
As bad wheels, turn in aggressive revolutions, trying to keep up
The bearings squeal, in dry grind
As the breaks overheat ….
unable to yield ….
I accelerate... to swerve the impending crash
The near miss leaving me
Exhilarated ….!
There is no sense in false security
Where lies, flow down a river whose banks are littered with empty …
shot glass wisdom...
promising eternal loyalty with glassy eyed pleading
always the same......
“hey...Is it my turn ?”
The mirror isn't for reflecting
for your reflection goes unrecognized
lines blur the reality
like zebra stripes in some psychotic circus
The greatest show on earth !
But it's all a sell out!
So you move up
Street Corner barkers, all to happy to let you take a peak,
extol its virtues in symbiotic raving!
There is no frugality in jonesing,
just the all consuming drive to get you more
Peeling back the green layers of your dark eroding soul
where you gag down the lies through the devils glass!
your neural centers....
bristle in accelerated euphoria,
bordering grand mal seizure
the waft of ether intoxicating …..
the skank in the corner
alluring...
You take in the accolades like a politician garnering votes
All, there for the crumbs
Fooled by an ecstasy as everlasting as a cameras flash …..
But the lens is covered ….
The swirl of dreams no more than a bursting bubble
The tears shed for you are many as you worm your way down....so low
Denial ... the alibi that fools, even you
You sing the suckers song.... “I'll stop tomorrow “
There is no more outpouring of internalized tears like confession
where in that moment.....!
You remove the keys from the ignition and exit the fast lane,
turning your back from the heap on the side of the road of,
The Lost Highway
Copyright 2009 Todd C All Rights Reserved
The road twists and turns, pulling me to a means with no end
The lines blur my reality, as the back slappers drone on, in empty echo
The lips move in gibberish from hollow eyed strangers eager to draw in this scene
As bad wheels, turn in aggressive revolutions, trying to keep up
The bearings squeal, in dry grind
As the breaks overheat ….
unable to yield ….
I accelerate... to swerve the impending crash
The near miss leaving me
Exhilarated ….!
There is no sense in false security
Where lies, flow down a river whose banks are littered with empty …
shot glass wisdom...
promising eternal loyalty with glassy eyed pleading
always the same......
“hey...Is it my turn ?”
The mirror isn't for reflecting
for your reflection goes unrecognized
lines blur the reality
like zebra stripes in some psychotic circus
The greatest show on earth !
But it's all a sell out!
So you move up
Street Corner barkers, all to happy to let you take a peak,
extol its virtues in symbiotic raving!
There is no frugality in jonesing,
just the all consuming drive to get you more
Peeling back the green layers of your dark eroding soul
where you gag down the lies through the devils glass!
your neural centers....
bristle in accelerated euphoria,
bordering grand mal seizure
the waft of ether intoxicating …..
the skank in the corner
alluring...
You take in the accolades like a politician garnering votes
All, there for the crumbs
Fooled by an ecstasy as everlasting as a cameras flash …..
But the lens is covered ….
The swirl of dreams no more than a bursting bubble
The tears shed for you are many as you worm your way down....so low
Denial ... the alibi that fools, even you
You sing the suckers song.... “I'll stop tomorrow “
There is no more outpouring of internalized tears like confession
where in that moment.....!
You remove the keys from the ignition and exit the fast lane,
turning your back from the heap on the side of the road of,
The Lost Highway
Copyright 2009 Todd C All Rights Reserved
Reminds me of a novel I wrote... it begins by saying; "I heard the metallic rhythm of a heartbeat slowly decreasing. His tinted brow slipping from societies wisdom. He was for many reasons, a loner, in a dead mans land. Unable to distinguish right, from wrong, or real, and fake. He set out to brace the horizon, as one lonely, broken voice. His words would someday see cobalt, and ashen sea..."
ReplyDeleteVery well scribed Todd... Well indeed~!
First let me say Ms depth that your passage from your novel is exceptional!...That being said, I really appreciate the time you ALWAYS take to read my work and comment!
ReplyDeleteTo echo ....Very well scribed Karen... Well indeed~!