The thrumming clunk of shocked wheels Eat up road worn smooth by big junking beasts Smoking up crisp air Hungry for a taste of stunted freedom The rush of wind the pained panels Pulling a mass of curls with sticky cold fingers Raking across my scalp
Shaking in the silence In wake of thought The bass drum barking out a numbing melody Sliding like thin blade into the back of my mind Enhancing melodramatic mood Touching my tender heart
Fresh from the lash of lonely Bludgeoned by the deadpan distance between My soul Snack sized bit of flesh clinging to the slick walls Of reason Hammering in my chest Still riddled with the mark of your claiming The imprint of my nails still bleeding In refusal
But claim it you did Snatched it up out of my chest Trailing arteries and the copper stench of blood Empty cavity Filling up with dreams and the sweet taste of your breath Leeching into my limbs and whispering love into my being
But this road is ceaseless No matter how many times I visit That long stretch of highway Promising me the Spector of your memory The ghost of your touch Warmth of love Acceptance Renewal of my existence
The green glint of freeway sign Showing me where I would have found you Down that dirt road Swing hair pin turns hearing your laughter as it chases me closer to where you should be Were you will always belong Where I could have found you had life been kind
Your savage dissection of my soul keeps me yearning Reaching out and grasping my independence hostage Where you have become a necessity to whom I am What I am And who I will be Hinges on your well being
Fading into nothing Where I am defined by you My angularity is tethered down But the road yields no answer Only the Spector The sad shadow of memories that refuse to fade Die instead of rotting At least with death it can be buried Living with the death of my heart A tragedy I would not allow to part