Evening Drive (edit 1)

[Alexearth]

Here is my first edit for this one:


Skipping engine, determined-
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 playground
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-

hair wet and dripping down the leather seat,
a newcomer on the other.

Soon the country hills surface in the sweet bleak moment of
new union and all is left behind.


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


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