The Road

The Road

Out on the road is a life void of, the laughter of contented children
and that feeling you get as you ……
watch them in peaceful slumber …
and kiss them goodnight

Out on the road is a cracked door leading to the bone chilling cold
of the bedroom of typhoid Mary
where to enter is to risk it all…
and even to leave physically unscathed..
you are haunted by the unyielding knocking from the bare knuckles on
the persistent hands of conscience

Out on the road is loneliness ..
The ghostly breathing walls of a hotel room which..
collects the secrets of many …
and then secretes them in nightly imagined banter
until your locked, room door, invites you out into the perilous night

Out on the road is the stuff of broken dreams…
(not always your own)

For the loneliness spreads like a slow moving cancer.
Like an operatic voice that shatters the glass
on the brittle reality

Out on the road is nightly debauchery
Leaning on friends filled with misery,
dragging you down into their reality
Loving the company…
Acting hard and tough and hiding the frailty

Out on the road are late nights and even longer days
long past 9 am til you come out of the haze

Working your fingers to the bone ..
but you send ONLY the money home

and you Roam..

and you Roam

and you Roam

Out on the road you get lost along the way
You stare back in silent disgust at the sullen bloodshot eyes ..
and into your all knowing reflection you try to lie
and sometimes all alone in your borrowed bed you even ……..


C alls you never made
       R eality setting in
                                            Y earning loved ones left behind

Out on the road you often Dance with the Devil
but she never lets you lead
she loves to watch you bleed
she merely plants a seed
leaves you wallowing in need

But you never find that Shiny fiddle made of Gold
and in the end the Devil gets your soul

Out on The Road……

Copyright 2010 Todd C All Rights Reserved

Lost Highway

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



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