Sunday, July 25, 2010

I
Night
Castaways
Cast asides
When night falls they sleep in doorways
lay in alleys
bleed old blood under a crazy moon
they scream,
fight,
stab,
rob,
steal,
beg,
they call out names:
mother,
father,
sister,
old lovers, new lawyers,
they plead with cops
run from their sins, their crimes, their long pasts

When night falls, so do they
When morning rises, they live behind a crazy moon

II
Shoreline
I am a road noir
Alone I drive at night
An old Rambler rumbles,
one light burned, the other lit dimly
Things my eyes see, my skin feels:
the gutted gas stations;
the dead inside diners;
the vacant motels;
those roadside cat houses with flesh eaten whores, hurt of body and soul
At day's light I'll touch a bleary coast,
So my hope rises to a life anew
but black oil turns to black smoke
my engine moves slower to a deathly stop
The radio on plays an old preacher's song:
God to the Rambling One. Like Moses to the Promised Land you'll never see.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

SC -
fantastic posts, these last two. Like bourbon to a tired sailor's lips.

hp

HarrietCorey said...

You really do have a way with words and I'm not just saying that so you will follow be back.
Those two entries were moving and fascinating all at once, can't wait to see some more :)
x

Old Ollie said...

an ode to the streets - mighty fine

Fisheye Lens said...

Father, can you spare a dime? I'm a Catholic