"silverado" poems
hello skies
charcoal haired stewardess
i know you
the sun arrives over your shoulder
sending your hair
into maple and molasses
flames
just above ocean blue
and white tartan
this escapes you:
get out the lead, lover
but i’m occupied
like a green “IN USE”
bathroom door handle
i hear country music radio
white women singing Billy Joel
my heart turns gold
my veins, silverado
i know
there’s a highway in the air
and it’ll come alive
get out the lead, lover
get out the lead.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
his hair,
his hair is soft like silk,
it falls perfectly without him trying.
his smile,
his smile can light up a thousand stars,
it's as white as a new white chevy silverado truck.
his eyes,
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
they're like the remuted triangle,
you can just get lost in them.
the boy with blonde hair is perfect.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
'Do not walk away'
'You always lie. Why would tell the truth now?'
she stepped
into the street
got hit by
Chevy Silverado
It took her years to recover
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
I met her.
A silver tongue.
Driving Dads Silverado
through the danky dirt roads of little Silverton.
Thin throat swallowing
it's gum.
Pouting come and play come and play
Seductive hopeless
Cracked hips
Seamless lips
Whispering
"Don't you know that all we have is today?"
Well, don't you say.
Let's not waste any time staring,
high into the sky.
Eyes growing dry,
dry wind gusts with a flutter.
"Did I stutter?"
...
"Follow me this way,
look through these shutters."
I will keep you cold
I will peak,
shattering all molds.
Pity don't give up,
be bold!
I will keep you cold
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
I'm a rough rider with a Henry rifle.
You're forced to sling ***** in a smoke filled saloon.
I'm just a cowpoke kickin' dust with cattle.
Whiskey's needed and gamblin' and a fun tune.
Gallop my pinto to Silverado's Star.
Saw the perdiest little thang at he bar.
Order the good stuff, say, "Howdy," take a belt.
I reckon I falled in love, they way I felt!
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation
on my shoulder blade, away from any destination
so underpaid, my paychecks archaic
not even a quarter to go to arcades with
it’s outrageous!
misery must be contagious
haven’t seen happy faces in ages
It may just be time to vacate
break out like rosacea to the golden gate
every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state
like Colorado
i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado
like a desperado full of bravado
with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though
singing in staccato **** an intervention’
time to get uncertain,
speed full throttle towards the intersection
laughing and swerving
through the red light cursing
and yelling interjections
with a bottle of bourbon
horns blaring, it’s deafening
my middle finger ascending
just struck a deaf person
no ***** giving
i’m out of my mind, livid
get hired and fired in 5 minutes
from any job i was given
i’m tired of living
no one even knew i existed
until i started whizzing through traffic
causing collisions,
now i’m forcing decisions
on residents w/ moral convictions
who’d rather see me oral constricted
then remain mortal in prison
got these ******* endorsing petitions
to have me executed by poison injection
shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned
and did i mention-
My backseat looks like a knife convention
there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension
Sketching art on the desk while serving detention
some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection
i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection
and see my reflection in the water
as i’m descending slow motion like deception
my body is in all different positions of flexion
this is met with favorable reception
hear the crowd’s exhilaration
i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection
just waiting to hear the splash
and waves crash then….
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Now that you're done
you're not
not really
actually you've not even started
Oh sure
you're done with the free part of your schooling
and with childhood
but take it from me, you can make childhood a skill to build a career on
but life as a big person
and I don't mean fat
is just starting
like in the movie Silverado
when Scott Glenn opens the door to his shack on a mountain
and sees the world before him
except you don't have to have a gunfight to get out
like he did
but that was just a movie and we are talking about your life
still that is a favorite movie of mine
So yes
your life is just beginning
and as much as it will hurt me when you go away and live it
I knew this day would come
that you would go
that our lives would forever be different
and mostly separate
I'm taking for granted that you'll be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas
just stay in touch
throw in an awful joke about the civil war and giraffes once in awhile for good measure
and after the "that was an awful joke" comments have faded
think of me
and smile
Oh
and don't forget to call your mom once in awhile or I''l hear about it.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
1. all 9 of us put our money together and bought a '78 silverado that had a ****** up transmission, loose timing belt, blown headgasket, all the works. i can't remember much from that night. i fell asleep in the tailgate in the lap of some guy who had a budweiser in one hand and a backwoods blunt in the other. he kept calling me "babygirl" and he'd chug another beer and yell "LET'S WRECK THIS SON OF A ***** i got it from my mama. the ability to fall asleep to the classic rock station and the sound of teenage boys livin' their dream.
2. i broke all of their hearts on day three because i was so hung up on the one who played baseball and never stopped asking questions. maybe too much. he was the only one i wanted to love with every centimeter of my soul. the funny thing is this: i never had him to begin with.
3. august was a weird month. i never wanted to do anything except lay face down on the grass while drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. we liked to tell pointless stories and talk **** about congress while watching the sun fall deep into the crevices of the olympic mountains. his girlfriend and i had something like a thursday night ritual of going fishing then coming to the house and grilling silvers while i chainsmoked and sang songs reminiscent of her hippie days. big kahuna and i spoke to each other in dialects, okie accents, chi-town street slang when i was burning on thursdays. the crash always happened on saturdays. they tried to keep me from drinking but i didn't know how to tell them that it wasn't the borderline alcoholism that was killing me - being around so much love ignited a fire in me that wasn't there when i had nobody. i was in love with the world, so in love that it became a kind of insanity.
-z. vega
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC