Saturday, November 21, 2009

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

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