Dream unSong #37

I dreamt of him last night
he had the crazy hair of George Bluthes' brother (from Arrested Development)
mishapen, wild, unkempt, stringy beyond the pale
he had the eyes of a lonely transient
that once fell in love while passing through a town
love at first sight
while stuck on a train moving too fast to get off
an unrequited snapshot of beauty and misfortune to romanticize
for years,
even later when,
driving
dreams in the spaces - between the stripes - - - - - - - -
of the road

- beautiful
beautiful eyes
his hobo soul'd
lonliness
sadness
selfish selfish
want

Just a few days ago I wondered about how anyone could just walk away
give them up, leave them.
How?
You couldn't tear them from living grasp
Yet.
Some just walk away
They show it in their eyes and carry it in their shoulders
like semitruck headlight nights mapped
from small town to truck stop
running away from and running towards what
What?
What could be the magnet that pulls such loneliness through the world?
Through my dreams?
Such beautiful eyes. Just like I remember them.
Only empty
and sad
and
lost

there are no maps for the trucker routes of our soul
there are no logistics for shipping fill for the lost years
not even in my dreams
dad

Maplewood Bridge is Burning Down

An old friend stopped by today, down on his luck with only hardship to say,

he seemed out of sorts, he seemed clammy

he seemed like a broken man and he said he would beg.

He asked me for drugs, last time he asked me for cash

There aren't any drugs in this house I summarized and he nervously laughed.

he asked for a lighter to spark up his smoke.

the one in the side porch, he tried, but it was broke.

out of fluid, and out of time, out of his mind his nic fit caught up in about 25 minutes of time

He had to leave. To get on with his life.

And by that I think he meant get back to the strife

I offered some food, for his cats, for himself

He pulled away a broken man ,and his undercover escorts pulled away, 5 minutes later as well.

Maplewood bridge is burning down, burning down, burning down

Maplewood bridge is burning down, my fair lady.

my fair lady.

my

unfair

lady

You see recently her tried to give his heart to a girl, who was really a new woman

from a whole different world, and somehow he thinks that is the cause of his pain

and somehow he believes things, the things, that his enemies say

and he talks about the old times, and compares her to the past

that somehow slipped, like a ghost, through the wisconsin glass

destitute and hungry, lonely and despaired, when they become your allies -

your friends become thin air

but only because it's safer for you, only because they care, only because they see the flames

and you're already there

Maplewood bridge is burning down, burning down

Maplewood bridge is burning down

my

fair

....