Friday, March 21, 2014

Road Trip



“Goodbye,” he said, ambivalently calm
The winding roads protectors most his way
His family waved, they prayed and offered alms
This false utopic wasteland? Not today

He stopped in Kansas City after dark
A gateway to the west was all he hoped
For shrills and thrills he slumbered in the park
Surrounded by the tweakers, bloodshot, doped

Fresh possibilities in morning sun
Save five to seven hours he sought soup
Another grimy diner. “How are ya, hun?”
He charitably mused, “Fine.” Must regroup

A mountain there, a valley, river too
In no time ocean salt will rest his nerves
Hiss, wham! Oh well, a flat or two was due
Oh, damn! No jack; what selfless one here serves?

Sitting still, regretting, sipping Coke
One triple “A” gold membership sounds nice
Remembered motivations refresh the joke
This heathen blandness beats that god-filled spice

The bay! Serene, so humbly condescending
New fashions and philosophies he’ll find
Nostalgically uncertain, it’s never-ending
So welcome home, forever in his mind


~Unknown