The road to Midland is an ugly one
Dirt and high mile winds make for a dirty lung
Lips feel more and more purple the closer I get
don't want to breathe the rotten egg air seeping through my AC vent
Pump jacks have always reminded me of dinosaur heads bobbing up and down
And they occupy every square mile where worn out blue collars gather round
Another diesel truck taking up a lane and a half just ahead
Observed how most carry nothing in their beds
With exhaust pipes that could fit a small child inside
More black fumes released if a woman drives by
Dead carcasses cooking in the Texas sun
The road to Lubbock is an ugly one
Sheriff Jill arrested Jack
and threw him in a cell
Dealing drugs, selling crack
a lazy nere-do-well
His lawyer got him off
a simple technicality
Jill it seems related
an ex, officially
His body found in an alley
outside his supplier's pad
Shot dead, by a large bore magnum
Jill only said, that's just too f_ing bad
Jill never liked tumbling down the hill ;D
It was the hardest month of my life,
Deprived of what made me whole.
All I had were
The shakes and copious cold sweats.
I had to look at myself
In the mirror everyday.
With the gripping reality
That there was no escape.
No phone, no way out.
Just fellow victims
Of our own self sabotage.
Whom became my family.
With cigarettes and sodas in hand,
We gathered around the plastic picnic table.
I lost myself in their stories,
They lost themselves in mine.
Slowly the insanity left me,
It truly does get better.
Mother I miss you.
Where have you gone?
Your hair was golden and long.
Mother, I miss...
how it would flirt and entangle with wind.
reached across indigo flowering fields,
to cradle and warm my skin.
The vast Texas sky that projected from your eye.
Will we ever share that time again?
The seasons come and go
the earth and sky remain the same
Becoming either hot, or cold
Summer's heat, or cold, as Winter's bane
The Fall never meets the Spring
forever shall this reign
as to Summer, Winter never sings
no crossing of domains
Winter clamors at Fall's door
ice and snow, now rule
happening many times before
as Spring calls Winter, fool
We've had swings of 40 degrees in a day.
Skyscrapers and green fields
The opposite of what I had pictured it to be
No dry grass or cactuses
But suddenly a tornado struck Dallas
And we were stuck at the hotel
We were like "oh well!"
No complains, just smiles
Didn't tip the valet guys
Sorry fellas, we're not used to your system yet
The next time we won't forget!
Stopped at Dairy Queen for a banana split
It's too late anyway to try to stay fit
They played the Banjo song from Deliverance
and some gentlemen with Cowboy hats started to dance
Finally I got to see the stereotypes
in the land with the stars and stripes
We missed our turkey but saw some coyotes instead
On every road armadillos lay dead
Waved good bye at the border of New Mexico
Hated to see us leave but loved to watch us go
The songs he wrote were syrupy
The way his fingers moved across his bass
Like he was swimming
Through thick. Thick. Water
The kind you find
In colder parts of the world
The words he spoke were syrupy
The way he let his tongue roll deep inside his throat
The way he mixed laughter into every syllable
The way he’d duck his head with embarrassment
I told him once that I’d like a goat
And the way I touch him
Well it sometimes feels like harassment
It’s just that he’s so
And the way that he moves when he’s trying
his pent up joy
I told him that I'd like to have a farm
Live without waste
Love as if I were blind
To the darkness we all harbor
But I'm lying
And he knows I'm lying
I'm not tired enough yet
To cultivate peace
I would sometimes stay awake just to hear his laughter
You could say his whole life was syrupy
The way he let things pass
with no intention of grabbing hold
And I'd like to think that he and I
Are similar in most respects
And it seems as if I care for everyone
And that all I want is joy for all
And it seems that he cares for the little things
And that he cares for me
But we both know
That neither of us care
I am afraid of strange sexual relationships...
So I live in the bay area, San Francisco no less!
I am sick and tired of people who aren't tough...
So I live in a liberal community as instead of
Somewhere known for being macho-like Texas.
I am in the mood for a lifestyle that is Christian...
So for some reason I live with primarily Muslim instead.
Anyone seeing a pattern here...?
The mariachi band
Is playing dizzyingly
Next to our table
Hair wetly slicked
"We live off of
When they are
Finished their frantic
I had him a
They dash off
To the next
I slug a pounder
The beer inside is
Warm and the water
That runs through
The city is the
Same color as the
Water in Disney
Dyed that sickly
Tour boats cut
Small waves that
Lap the sidewalks
And the fat tourists
Feed tortilla chips to
Of small brown
Swallow of beer
And the sunglasses
Perched in my
Who needs a
Give me warm
Beer and sickly
Fake water and
A table with her