he savors his escape
the sun-blind sleep of Olympic afternoon
back against the steel side panel of the rumbling Falcon
perched above a gray-green sea of pasturage
and Hood Canal a shimmering band
spruce, hemlock, fir perpetually flow
around such limited distance as is foreseeable,
around asphalt, dirt, the smell of tar,
tree tops truncated by chrome trimming,
miles counted in Camels smoked to the butt
he finds nothing but obscurity,
roads always returning to the Narrows;
and where things open up
all that’s out of reach glimmers in water rising
and falling beyond
through decay
meaning is found in unheeded roadsigns;
life persists
old growth and new growth
even the dead bring forth flowers
far behind the blue exhaust,
a desert of windblown days worn to the gnawed bone
the source of the blood that here pumps languid
but not stagnant, no,
not yet
limestone caverns will await his return,
desicated saguaro with open arms
shrugging in resignation at cloudless skies,
debt and the plastic wreaths at concrete headstones,
all rests, all will wait
but for now the bloody viscera
of the sun
sets ahead on the horizon
see my notes
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good
it reminds me of cave diving... thats probibly not correct but it is good any ways "Camels smoked to the butt" my favorite part...
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Oh yeah... i forgot about these I see now!
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Oh, this seems almost like a describing of lifes journy itself.
Like the sometimes wretching travel through the time one is given. The emotional trek through the seeing of hopes and dreams just out of reach, all the bumps and shadows of trials along the way. The beating down of the spirit yet the spirit charging on unbeaten.
"he finds nothing but obscurity,
roads always returning to the Narrows;
and where things open up
all that’s out of reach glimmers in water rising
and falling beyond"
"far behind the blue exhaust,
a desert of windblown days worn to the gnawed bone
the source of the blood that here pumps languid
but not stagnant, no,
not yet"
Two very nice stanzas here. I pulled a lot of metaphor out of these, perhaps not the message you were writting... but we all understand and read life I bit differently than the next I supose.
Quite glad I read this piece of yours, loved the title as well... it was what made me wish to read it.
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Glad to read your interpretation!
As for my intentions, I wasn't really trying to get any message across persay. I think that anything one takes from it is their own, and I grant it to them willingly. Mostly, I was trying to tell a story in some sense, but I haven't pinned down yet what the story is. -
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Oh I read metaphor into EVERYTHING.
Even my own words when it wasn't there when I wrote them.
I got the feeling it was almost a story of an actual *road trip* described and told with a greater metaphor towards life in general!
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