I
wake up my son
time to run
breathe wild breeze
thru tingling lungs
roll up camp
chart your course
map intuition
polarize compass
to sinless submission
white lines
stop signs
speeding to find
a bridge never crossed
a mountain unclimbed
old winds moan
thru open car windows
gypsy generation
you’re lost
turn back…
have you no visions?
rain blurs the glass
don’t over-react
zz…if wishes were fishes
all nets would be cast…zz
turn the radio down
wiper blades howl
steady ol’ boy
steady ‘er now
II
smoke bleeds off
the last horizon
faces seem ugly
black moon’s a risin’
can’t feel the road
‘neath burning feet
floorboard a thumpin’
in insane beats
crossroads sever
awkward precision
like heartless brain surgeon’s
virgin incision
chaos…
ask no questions
tell no lies
wheels dizzily spin
like dead men’s eyes
feel no pain
no resistance
lights disappear
to a point
in the distance
Houston, Texas ‘82
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