Evening Drive (edit 1)

[Alexearth]

Skipping engine, determined-
calmly, hair waving in the aimless gust
of a troubled Norther horizon.
Evening drive down Lone Star boulevards,
through Latin notes and voices,
youth kicking ball on public playgrounds
near the sidewalk,
on the outskirts,
passing boots and buried dreams on porches of
roadhouses
& dusky motels.
Sudden rain on tropic concrete,
familiar smells,
neon discussions-
calmly, hair wet and dripping down the leather seat,
a newcomer on the other one.
Soon the country hills surface in the sweet bleak moment of
new union and all is left behind.



Escape-

New dawn coffee & breakfast
staring in the whites,
faint blues notes of
lost desert moments;
tanned angels surrounding,
in native tongue;
blazing sand
and eyes.


Escape-

For dialects of addiction,
fellow loss
of purpose, of soul, of truth;
they stood on the side of the road
choosing the soft
taxidermy of youth.