she said she couldn't believe i was real but really, i was made in a lab where they proded and poked till this thing came out! want me to do a little dance for you!? balance on my dome? swallow a sword?
The pain of love is this: the parting after the kiss;
the train steaming from the station whistling abnegation;
each interstate’s bleak white bar that vanishes under your car;
every hour and flower and friend that cannot be saved in the end;
dear things of immeasurable cost ... now all irretrievably lost.
Note: The title “The Pain of Love” was suggested by an interview with Little Richard, then eighty years old, in Rolling Stone. He said that someone should create a song called “The Pain of Love.” I have always found the departure platforms of railway stations and the vanishing broken white bars of highway dividing lines to be terribly depressing. Keywords/Tags: pain, love, parting, kiss, train, whistle, departure, platform, interstate, dividing, line, hour, flower, friend, lost, cost
After wide-set earthen towers mask the highway runoff, campers come off lofty horses, signal boorishness to breeze. Sat alone where rolling orange will tease the peace from perfect dark - the hint of dread forgoing litness to expose a martial bode -
the low-slung limbs of stern bring trained to-wrist like faithful, catching glimpses of what common good afforded us naff hazes like the present sickle answer, whale-bone grief and prescient danger. Fix a poultice, love’s soft landing seldom not for treasures come. Revive the brazen lungs
in boasts of rushes, random-lit, forestalling sodden semblances of wit from Sunday’s arsenal - right-matched to cleaner absences than your limited souls could ever pare.
She’s felt - a fabric after our own hearts, a loan from common waltzes, taciturn in downshifts of this archen land - of course - of hand, a slight anomaly for watchers to observe. Each roadblock touches nerve.
Driving under these neon lights, The wide open interstate makes for a lonely night. Music drowning my perpetuating thoughts, Blaring Hootie & The Blowfish, "Let Her Cry", "I could not believe, she was the same girl I fell in love with long ago. She went in the back to get high..." Which reminds me of the very first time I hung out with you, That was your favorite line of the song, I couldn't help but laugh because you sang it oh so wrong. Thinking back on what we used to be, I never wished you would've went overseas. I can remember the knock on my door, Looking so pale and cold, Never forgetting the picture of your corps. Yearning for what we would've been, Letting you go away is one of my seven deadly sins.
“My sole goal in life is to keep racing down the interstate without a clock so I can keep going until people forget who I am.” In my head I knew I was wrong hypocritical, insane, illogical, but above all I was still humane! This, yes, this sole fact is what keeps me separated from you draw a straight line down the road we lived on the squares and the circles.
You, with your fancy plaque and NHS bumper sticker With the family of four and no reason to feel failure With your perfect scores and magnificent vernacular Who let you have it so easy?!
Me, with my Jimi Hendrix poster family of who knows how many and the chance to earn my GED in a few years Why was it me?!
You met your wife in the 10th grade You gave her a promise ring and everything Even took her with you on spring break Who said you didn't have to try?!
I was placed in the wards that year they said it was insanity I thought I was just thinking ahead Why can’t they understand?!
BUT THEY ALWAYS UNDERSTAND YOU!
You, your Shakespeare perfect jargon Mr. Right, Perfect, next coming of Beethoven You were made to please everyone and become important!
And that’s what separates us. Even though it’s the same street that raised us I bought the Harley and your parents got you the Chevy. And I recall the one time I was flying down the interstate And caught up to you as you were going nothing higher than 70. I stared at you and you kept your eyes on the road. I don’t blame you, I knew that you just wanted to see my bomber jacket I have a skull on fire on the back of it So I gave you a great view hope you enjoyed it.