"ergs" poems
"I am the Walrus..." the lyric passed through his head
stood in the pounding sun of Death valley.
He poured the dregs of his mineral water onto the hot dirt.
steam rose fast, as if a conflagration
was ablaze deep in the parched ground.
Not as beautiful a place as the great ergs of the sahara
that he saw on discovery channel
He looked back at the shimmering mirage that was his rental cadillac
not that he'd be taking it back,
not with what was spread all over the trunk....
Daisy had seemed a nice kid, talked a bit too much maybe,
Not saying much now. That thought made him smile.
How her wide her eyes were when she saw the 1911.
A good year for guns, 1911, he thought.
And the Great War just around the corner.
He preferred the phrase the Great War to World War One.
He felt it was more respectful to those who had died.
Daisy hadn't been respectful enough.
So he killed her for the dead heroes sake
Mineral water made him think.
People came to the Valley to work back in the day,
chemicals, minerals, salt maybe..... he wasn't too sure what.
Sure as hell no water.
Before them, travellers, settlers passed through.
Some died, they had no respect, like Daisy.
They thought their teams of oxen could pull up the grade
get them out of the valley, but many couldn't do it.
Died and dried, before the oxen could evolve into something bigger.
Like daisy died before she evolved a respectful brain.
He read about evolution in the Geographic, sort of felt
he was pretty well evolved. Maybe some kind of chosen one.
Thinking of the poor oxen dying made him mad as hell.
He began a slow walk back to the Caddy, there were some numbers and addresses in Daisy's purse.
He smiled to himself, this was going to be a good year,
it was going to be His year...
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 2:37 PM UTC
I always count on you to be someone your not
Must trust in you judgment, but the truth is I can not
I was to awe-struck by everything that shines
I was to stupid to read between the lines
My heart rose to quickly to see you for who you are
From up here, the bottom looks far
Maybe I should jump and commit suicide
But we both know if I leave no one will survive
Look at my heart, it's starting to tear
Dug past the mask and I see what I fear
Don't get me mistaken, I really do care
But we came with false intentions and hid what we bear
Your love is an addiction, it's a rush to my system
It opens me up and makes me see,
That maybe in this dark world there's a place for you and me
With every kiss I'm blinded
I can't see the evils that are binded
I hold your hand and I feel
That your someone no one can steal
But here we are in this situation
You, distracted by temptation
Lust was the reason for our souls meeting
Now lust is the vice that will leave our hearts bleeding
It's teenage ergs that we must compare,
To if this is true love or our despair
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 6:33 PM UTC