"hwy" poems
Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial & jail seem almost
friendly)
a Kiss in the Storm
(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
space populous & arching
coolly)
A barn
a cabin attic
Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window
fear of restroom’s
Tragic cold
neon
I’m freezing
animals
dead
white wings of
rabbits
grey velvet deer
The Canyon
The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE
Sudden movements
& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night
The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker
Afraid of Wolves
& his own
Shadow
~~~
The Wolf,
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
night
& the cold men
who play there.
~~~
a ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveller
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward luring
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into Night
33.4k
From 3 p.m. Monday to 3 p.m. Tuesday
<h2>Police calls
<h3>LA CROSSE
3:39 p.m., Hit-and-run, 4400 block of Hwy. 16
4:11 p.m., Theft, 3700 block of Hwy. 16
4:41 p.m., Hit-and-run, 1100 block of State St.
5:37 p.m., Domestic disturbance, 1000 block of Charles St.
5:42 p.m., Theft, 2100 block of Liberty St.
5:59 p.m., Fight, Fourth and King sts.
8:08 p.m., Theft, 2400 block of Rose St.
8:08 p.m., Domestic disturbance, 400 block of Sixth St.
8:37 p.m., Domestic disturbance, 1000 block of Fifth Ave. S.
10:14 p.m., Domestic disturbance, 1600 block of Adams St.
11:32 p.m., Domestic disturbance, 1400 block of Avon St.
2:38 a.m., Domestic disturbance, 900 block of 16th St.
8:25 a.m., Theft, 3300 block of Rosehill Place
8:25 a.m., Theft, 1000 block of Ninth St.
8:26 a.m., Theft, 500 block of Main St.
8:26 a.m., Theft, 1400 block of Johnson St.
8:34 a.m., Theft, 400 block of Seventh St.
9:24 a.m., Entry to dwelling, 1600 block of Caledonia St.
9:51 a.m., Theft, 400 block of Liberty St.
11:01 a.m., Fraud, first block of Copeland Ave.
12:16 p.m., Entry to dwelling, 1000 block of State St.
<h3>ONALASKA
6:06 p.m., Animal bite, 2600 block of Midwest Drive
<h3>WEST SALEM
7:40 a.m., Vandalism, 3400 block of Hwy. 16
12:13 p.m., Theft, 900 block of Hwy. 16
<h3>BANGOR
9:24 a.m., Theft, 1800 block of Commercial St.
<h2>Fire Calls
<h3>LA CROSSE
3:01 p.m., Accident with injury, Fourth and Mississippi sts.
4:11 p.m., Accident with injury, 4500 block of Hwy. 33
4:26 p.m., Accident with injury, Hwy. 16 and 157
5:45 p.m., First responders, 700 block of Oakland St.
6:18 p.m., First responders, 1800 block of Pine St.
6:40 p.m., Accident with injury, Main and Fourth sts.
9:27 p.m., Natural gas odor, 700 block of Ninth St. N.
10:16 p.m., First responders, 1600 block of Adams St.
10:20 p.m., First responders, 900 block of Vine St.
1:54 a.m., First responders, 4100 block of Velmar Court
8:34 a.m., First responders, 400 block of Seventh St.
9:01 a.m., First responders, 400 block of Seventh St.
10:41 a.m., Accident with injury, Ninth and Vine sts.
10:45 a.m., Carbon monoxide report, 1500 block of Main St.
10:46 a.m., First responders, 400 block of Gillette St.
11:04 a.m., Accident with injury, 1300 block of Rose St.
11:10 a.m., First responders, 1500 block of Rose St.
11:14 a.m., First responders, Fourth and King sts.
11:31 a.m., Accident with injury, 16th and Main sts.
12:05 p.m., Accident with injury, 200 block of Pearl St.
1:12 p.m., Accident with injury, Hood and Miller sts.
2:26 p.m., Accident with injury, 21st St. and Park Ave.
<h3>ONALASKA
3:30 p.m., First responders, 1000 block of Westview Circle
5:09 p.m., Accident with injury, 1200 block of Hwy PH
8:02 p.m., First responders, 300 block of 12th Ave.
8:43 p.m., First responders, 300 block of 12th Ave.
8:50 p.m., First responders, 200 block of Oak Forest Drive
9:47 p.m., First responders, 200 block of Carol Lane
6:12 a.m., First responders, 1000 block of Frances Court
10:41 a.m., First responders, 7200 Northshore Lane
11:27 a.m., Accident with injury, Grant St. and Hwy. SN
11:35 a.m., Accident with injury, Commerce and Abbey roads
11:53 a.m., Accident with injury, 300 block of 11th Ave.
12:14 p.m., First responders, 5500 block of Commerce Road
1:08 p.m., First responders, 400 block of Kimberly St.
1:42 p.m., Accident with injury, 600 block of Second Ave.
<h3>HOLMEN
9:59 p.m., First responders, 1500 block of Viking Ave.
10:50 a.m., Accident with injury, Sand Lake Road and Laurel Place
1:32 p.m., Accident with injury, 1400 block of Main St.
<h3>WEST SALEM
8:53 a.m., First responders, 500 block of Elm St.
11:09 a.m., First responders, 300 block of Franklin St.
<h3>MELROSE
1:21 p.m., First responders, 9700 block of Hwy. 108
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
green road, so tree lined
water dappled straight bled bays
rainforests seaside
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
wake to
people walking
home from after hours kegger
cheeks red
holding their heels
swinging handbags
brazen voices pierce through holey
screen to fitful
half sleep state
next to an acrid smelling
guitar player
i
stir
and
put on
my coat
decrepit door
c r e a k s on worn hinges
sneak through filthy kitchen
littered with plastic cups
reeking of stale sweat
poured
tequila
shot
abandoned
along with sliced
lime and salt shaker
companions
marijuana inspired chords
l i n g e r
in the air
take my bottle of Jack from the freezer
dare not drink water
from
the
tap
though head pounds
just put on sun
glasses
taking flim-sy
strides to
fair trade
sit outside in an iron chair
the art on the walls burns my eyes
adj
usting
2 days *****
shirt
the barista brings
a hot soy latte
with cinnamon
sprinkled on top
thanks- i say
she doesn’t respond
smoke a cig found in my
purse
who was smoking 27’s?
give a homeless man a
quarter on the
way back to my
car
he takes it says
god bless you
the strokes play through
cassette player
it’s too loud
before noon
don’t buckle seatbelt
on east wash
capital disappears
from rearview mirror
until road becomes
hwy 151
and it
vanishes behind
a hill
like i was never here
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
He remembers auburn hair
like the color
flickering before him
along Hwy 261.
Thoughts of yesterday
fill his mind
on this journey.
Roan Mountain fades
as he steadies the wheel
beside the constant stream
of white hyphens
on the blacktop.
Flashes of her
blend into the mountains.
He dwells on her
and their daughter
who now flaunts ringlets
bright as the autumn patches
among the forest display.
While he’s driving
the rear view mirror
reflects
his creased forehead
like his mother grew
from her many worries.
Travel grants him time
to think of them.
“Mistakes were made.”
A cop-out rests in that thought:
he made mistakes.
He broods
when he’s in the driver’s seat.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
along the well travelled road by the side of hwy 92
in Alabama , I took the long way getting here,
most mysterious days I spent on hallucinogenics
back in Michigan a long ways from here
many years ago spent liquor fueled nights
with all the Tourist girls in Ft. Walton Beach,
Andalusia is where I thought I had
settled down, with wife and kids.
gave Denver a whirl back in the
Disco days,
Then I found Clayhatchee, sort of a resting place,
for my Endorphin lacking mind to rest. Found there,
I did, a sort of calm, no shortages of drama.
Everyone knowing you, talking , I heard so much
of every other person living here, all their ***** laundry,
how could I not fit in?
As soon as I unpacked I was involved with everyone's ex,
at least in the rumors, had all the old hardlegs jealous.
Hell, I may move again, to New Mexico. Or just stay here,
and call them all loco as I dial my phone, for some
more endorphins.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Head south on W Doubt Drive
0.2 mi
Turn right onto N Confused Court
0.8 mi
Slight left to stay on N Frustrated Fairway
1.0 mi
Turn right onto W ******** Rd
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N Hell Hwy
0.5 mi
Turn right onto W Anger Ave
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N Pain Place
1.6 mi
Turn right onto W Suffering St
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N Regret Road
1.1 mi
Turn right onto W Depression Drive
0.2 mi
Turn left onto N 68th St
N 68th St turns slightly left and becomes S Agony Ave
0.4 mi
Continue onto E Therapy Terrace
Slight right to stay on Self Forgiveness Blvd
0.4 mi
Turn right onto E Understanding Way
2.2 mi
Turn left onto Acceptance Alley
0.5 mi
Continue onto Lovers Lane
0.3 mi
Lovers Lane turns slightly right and becomes Peace Place
99,000,000 mi
You have arrived at your destination.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
Late summer's night sky
Last blue and gold slides away
over black pine trees
(c) White Mountain Publications 2012
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC
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-AM
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
The darkened roads of the night,
Will soon see the morning light....
As I drive down the hwy of I-10
I see my old city as this trip will end..
It brings up thoughts of the past,
that quickly change to the future...
I am now in the city of New Orleans,
as I will soon begin to wake....
What's on the streets is the homeless, drunk and me....
I park in the french quartes and make sure not to get towed...
I wall to the river and what do i see....
Two young girls kissing on a bench...
A homeless man making no sense...
And a man on a bike without a life...
I then myself gaze upon the river,
As the sun comes up, so do my thoughts...
Watching the tugs push barges,
and the ship's filled with life...
It's a lonley romance the city life..
Yet filled with adventure for live of the night...
Sitting in the exact same place on the railroad tracks as a child...
It was 3 am in the morning, I was smoking *** and watching a recking ball, tear down Jax Brewrey for a mall.
Thought of the past how quick they come and go... How we lose them and choose them is not for me to decide...
Back to the streets as the city come alive... The city will now begin to strive...
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
On hwy to hvn.
Dicey spot. The drivr is a sott.
Take a chance on happenstance for.
Furthur up the road..
Pull to the curb.
And toss out cookies.
Peal off aginn.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
The yellow dog was dead,
starting to bloat on the side
of a more rural stretch of 169
hwy.
It was easy to see,
despite the brevity of
our time together,
that the yellow dog had
belonged to, was part of,
a home, a family.
Even in death,
the dog looked like a
Dutch, or a Butch, or Jeb, maybe Roscoe;
like a dog that belonged
in a setting such as
this.
Not,
however, on the side of this
two-lane piece of asphalt,
but in this patch of fly-over
country that he had, just a
while ago,
snuffled.
Or,
living in the horse barn,
sleeping on the loose caroms
of straw, maybe catching a rabbit
for his supper now and then;
his master bringing him into
the house for a warm bath,
some table scraps, when the weather
cooled.
However,
today is warm,
the sun glints off of the white fluff
of a rabbit’s **** and the chase that
ensued was magnificent…
Unfortunately,
it led the yellow dog
to his less than enviable fate,
lying near the sweet summer grasses
with a look of disappointment etched onto
his face.
Upon my return,
passing the same spot,
I see that the yellow dog
is being given a wake.
The vultures,
their congress having voted,
their kettle having stirred,
landed near this fallen hound
and prepared to feast.
Though,
again my investment in the scene
was brief,
I couldn’t help but notice that
the yellow dog still wore a sturdy-looking
collar and that his tags shone brightly
in the late afternoon sun.
So,
I found myself hoping
that as he’d lain at the edge
of his last green horizon,
he looked up at the clouds
and thought:
“This isn’t so awful. I made the best of it.”
Then,
as the wake of vultures
began to feed,
I hoped they too might consume
some fleeting memory that the yellow dog
had about chasing rabbits, thrown sticks,
rolling in mud, or perhaps even this particular
misadventure,
the one that had led to
his wake.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2018
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
"Seldom Seen Road"
Passed each day
(c) White Mountain Publications 2014
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Former hotels and restaurants sit like tomatoes dying on the vine ...
Filling stations are like ghost on this highway , long abandoned but still
advertising ... Empty shells line State Route 29 , Hwy. 42 and 41 for many miles , old wood barns with ' See Rock City ' still visible from the roadside , ancient billboards rusting , antique tractors frozen and left to die , once busy , vibrant thoroughfares now have a car or two once in awhile .. Antique stores and tourist stops that sold peaches , muscadines and pecans plus other southern treats make eerie noises now with no folks left to visit ..
Owners left to query their insignificance , boarded establishments flapping in the wind , gutted homes now prisoners of rain and the elements , grass struggles , breaking free from it's asphalt jailer , barbed wire fence shredded , no trespassing signs laying beside silent roadways ... What terror befell the people when the interstate claimed her prize , what alternatives were available during theses harrowing times ...
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Take your Dramamine
and don't worry
about your screaming,
it will be alright,
it's just twenty-two miles
of twisties.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
A nervous finger drawing pictures in the syrup left on a plate , a long drag off a Marlboro , a cold stare for traffic , heavy exhaust , frosted glass . Polite chat with my waitress , chef nods in my direction with a quick smile , she tops off my coffee . On foot again . Southbound down Hwy. 42 , morning paper under my arm , brand new gloves , scarf , sock cap , cigarette dangling from my mouth . No cell phone or place to be .. Returning to my sanctuary , a two room bed and bath by the railroad tracks . A bit of clarity and civility directed toward anyone I should pass , prior to arriving home and morning meds !
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
Blvd. Pkwy. Ave. Hwy. Not the way,
Open the drain, pour them down the drain.
That’s not how I heal today.
It’s been sometime since I’ve stared at the bottom of the net, years since I put the bat away.
It used to ache every morning. It hurts no more.
Now you must go, someone needs you more.
It’s right & feels wrong.
That’s a sign that someone isn’t strong.
When you’re weak days get long.
This is just a pause until the last song.
Watched you mature, I look at you and see my brain.
I never let my friends hang.
Anything I want to say held back by my fang.
I’m holding it together Dr. & when u return I’ll be doing the same thang.
Smile in your residence.
Only cry when It raining, wash away all the evidence.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC