Seeking an Asphalt Smile
August 2nd 2011 01:17
Sitting at the crossroads of fame and mediocrity:
One will not let me in,
The other will not let me go.
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Dawn on a windless sea.
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Summer’s overheated panting desperately toward fall.
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Praying for a storm
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The infinite afternoons baked into a Texas summer
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Walking into the heat tortured afternoon
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Surrendering your super cooled office body
to the super heated air outdoors
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Stumbling across the heat blasted asphalt of a sprawling office parking lot.
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Muscular thunderheads, in the far distance, tease of rain
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A high pressure system squats like a toad over Dallas for about three months out of the year
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Gazing longingly at distant thunderheads
dreaming of the rain we had in buckets a scant month ago
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Waves of words running off in a concrete culvert into the tall grasses
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In the discarded world between the railroad track and the barbed wire
every piece of glass is broken–carefully as though found through diligent research and killed for contagion.
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Perched on a lip of stone in the shadow of a maple tree
letting my thoughts wander in the passing breeze.
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In Texas they often fill the concrete expansion joints with a tar that dries to the consistency of hard, black rubber–Seeking an asphalt smile…
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Renting old dreams.
Leasing ancient nightmares.
Dozing in the shadows
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Something of me lives in the heart of the shadows.
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Exiled to the Isle of Shadows
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Summer Madness–Old school
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Ah yes, the inner mysteries: Chicken and waffles.
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Climbing into a bruised sky
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He was bitten by radioactive cockroach and now he had a super power–he could eat garbage
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Plying the firmament like Gods of the air
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“Sermons in stone” someone once said.
Stone fruit.
Stone flowers.
Bruised stone.
Pools of stone.
The stoney hearts of steel Angels.
The stone that burns
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Down the well of the world
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Waking up on the pack ice,
chilled to the bone.
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Weeping tears of fire
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Awash in bluebonnets
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It slowly dawns on you that I can see you
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Climbing gracelessly gray stairways of concrete and steel
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In the wasteland between the morning coffee break and lunch
I am starving for no good reason.
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