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Still life of a roadside attraction

I have tired eyes  
For behind me sleeps the dying  
They would punish me  
If Iíd let them
They are capable
And the withering of their bodies
The curling in their fingers
Are mine
 
Fringed hoods droop
Obscuring the future  

Wide  
It is vast and blank †
Not empty †
But alive in its gesso white  
Brilliant and blinking  

Blue highways †
Turned canvas to take me  
And be  
Just be †
Breathe ....  
What I exhale meets the next moment  

As cars scream by  
They go so fast †
And  
It has been my suffering †
Strapped to the backseat  
I see my reflection in the rear view  
I am reluctantly drawn to catch my eye  
Her hold †
Pulls me back  
Tightens the buckle †

The lane continued without me †
Before  
Would do it again  
I am not willing  

The brush dots the median
It is my stroke  

The next town  
And itís roadside attraction †
In cages †
For a minutes wild regard †
Of pedestrian exotica  
Nature timid and tamed  
Turn tailed to the tide  
Of oppression  
Seething counter intuitive †
Self destruction †
He paces complacency †
And laps his pride  
Like milk  

What opportunity †
Ability lost  
And the man †
With rotting teeth †
Bent core  
Holds the whip  
His sneer bends its tail †
Striped yellow with black  
And camouflages great promise  

I will pass it by †
With heartache  
And simply refuse my curiosity †
To indulge it †
Would be my key in the lock  

I can only pray †
That the caged finds in him †
Power and revolt †
Enough to rock itself  
And bust the barn wood †
Twisted steel through the dusty old †
Porch of his keeper  
The man in filthy bibs  
Holding a leather whip  
And spitting terror  
And unholy demise  
Of what would be wild  

It is enough today that it is not me  
Tired eyes  
Staring out of bars †
And shameful need †
Shaking hands reaching through  
Clutching at things †
That are not mine  

Tomorrow I will wake again †
And be down this road further  
I hope to find my feet dusty †
Dirt roads can seem endless  
Mine sure as hell did  
But I would enjoy †
A long stretch ahead of me  
And in itís scenic bends †
Sights of things †
That I love †
And familiar faces  
Grinning a willingness to be there  

Calamityofgin
Written by Calamityofgin
Published | Edited 28th May 2020
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