And so we love
We love the campfire,
O how freely that we love each other!
We love as a reaction… 258 more words
Someone once wrote that true poetry is writing a truth in fewer words than it takes to say it, while imbuing it with universal significance. But what if the message is, don’t listen to other people’s truths? 628 more words
Road Trips Seen Thru Motel Rooms
Why are you scared all the time?
Stroking my yellow knuckles,
smiling with eyes
wet, 455 more words
Road Trips Seen Thru Motel Rooms R R Why are you scared all the time? she ask Stroking my yellow knuckles, smiling with eyes wet, red, electric blue, spider web wrapped. We we’re young. Not scared. Just too willing to store our cigarettes books and change all in the same shopping bag. “We’re making money solely to get drunk in motel rooms & buy $1 coffee. Our grocery stores are 7/11 & Exxon” “We’re making money to go no where,” she said. “That’s where I don’t want to go,” I said. Our bodies roll in tangles of sheets stained by 1000s of piss drunk fucks where neither participating left satisfied. “We’re not doing anything with our lives” I say thick mouthed “Where did this drunken optimism come from?” She slurps laughter, coughs, laughs, coughs smiling She’s always smiling I laugh, smell of booze calms red nostrils flaring like irritated innie belly buttons. Pupils shutter like skin of a snare drum, skittering like peddles in an earthquake. She was a seismograph that could register me 1000s of miles away. Empty orange bottles snagged from her parents’ medicine cabinet are catching Zs before further ingestion in our jackets and shopping bags and clothes piled room’s corner. We lay naked in more than one way Outside sleeps like dogs muggy warm dreams bout Las Vegas desert road trips & California road side oasises, hidden beaches & margaritas. We all want to get outta here. The motel windows are oily, smudged with age, lit by neon lights, the glare of people waking, driving cars full of Lack Of. We’re all lacking something someone has, and I don’t want it all. The road cracked sand tumbling Earth shaking like corner lip of an angry bullet her smile tastes metal Their business calling waiting to ring with every cellphone charge, every empty payphone on the street. Wives, children, mortgages, unpaid bills & landlords, old washing machines sputtering, church meetings, therapy, jobs and the absence of jobs, low monthly incomes. There’s a lot on our chests and even more beating inside of them. I’ll drink more to feel healthy again. Healthy in the way only a doctor prescribes. “I want you to enjoy life. Smile and mean it. Because you haven’t in so long.” she said rolling into my side, her head resting like wisdom. My gut rises and falls as ocean swells. I love her. I love our freedom. “Your feet are freezing” I say Looking at red spider webs dripping sludge from electric blue punctured deep with black hole goodness. “Smile!” She laughs again, smiles, laughs, slurs, laughs. I love her.