Drive ‘round town; Nostalgia color me voodoo. The oranged-pink hue of the sunshine feeds me mellow. Head on the road ’n’ off the rodeo, Blakey on the radio — “Please give me a pretty overdose with othello dayglow” Mansions mate with motorhomes. Methane skies gas burnt-out residents. Tiredthoughts&drymouth; Think it’s a drought— Could be a pestilence. “****, it’s too hot out for the middle-of-September!..Ach-urr!” I cough&choked on a memory—Remember- ing youth’s relentless attention to nothing in particular but its boundless pursuit of every- thing in-between.
I used to look to the Blue and think I’d float away but that’s when I believed in miracles. Nowadays, reality has no sympathy just a noose — tighter leash, anchored soles to a meanconcretecaprice with no abstract release — (still) I drive ‘round Podunk & keep away from po-lice.
I stop in the corner-market to cop some energy&fillup on gasoline; at the pumps tilt my bushy-brunette crown back to admire the delicious slices of tangerine evening-sky topped by thick whippingcream clouds... ...Remiss though; futile, in wild aims to pause Time and repossess my myself: immobilized I was separated from body centuries ago & today (i) continue a microstep behind (my) experience... ...Wait inside my 99 Suzuki Esteem cigarette cherried, Brubeck on NPR; Waiting for my man, he’s always late. Waiting, so I can buy it. then smoke it. then hide myself; Stow-ed a-way & it’s almost fall, I find peace in the fallen leaves, the stoic desperation in the liberation of those sweet Autumn trees.
Drive ‘round town; Nostalgia is a solitary perfume; let it take the wheel&lead the way — I can see silhouettes through the fog of cigarettes, hologram faces. Drive ‘round town over bridges I forgot to burn and instead, just let decay...
Drive ‘round town — let the music choose my destination, let the rhythm lead the way, let the groove shake the memories loose. Sometimes I drive for hours, sometimes I let my mind wander for days. Sometimes I roll the world on my tongue, sometimes I have nothing to say.
Drive ‘round town; Nostalgia color my contempt; Deadwood&drygrass&nomoneyforent. Sanity is counted in dollars¢s & This place always stinks like ****.
I love the beauty of the lake but I hate what it reflects. Hushed earth-tones and pastel humanity, Vanity injected with a tie-around-the-neck.
Drive ‘round town; Nostalgia keeps me from sober. The sun feeds my head and the roads are now my owner. “**** it’s too cold out for the middle-of-October!”
Hushed earth-tones and pastel humanity; Blush'd guru trance O how petty I’ve be-come! ... isolation is intoxicating. “No more, no more…” I’m already dumb, Shouldn’t I be happy?
Drive ‘round town; Nostalgia color me voodoo, the faded twilight feeds my melancholy;
In spring I plant my harvest in fall I reap the seeds.
Nothing much else to do.
But Drive ‘round town & let the countryside woo me. Lived here for 15 years, (turns out) nobody ever knew me.