Left Lane

  I

wake up my son
time to run
breathe wild breeze
thru tingling lungs
roll up camp
chart your course
map intuition
polarize compass
to sinless submission

white lines
stop signs
speeding to find
a bridge never crossed
a mountain unclimbed

 
old winds moan
thru open car windows
            gypsy generation
            you’re lost
            turn back…
            have you no visions?

rain blurs the glass
don’t over-react
zz…if wishes were fishes
all nets would be cast…zz
turn the radio down
wiper blades howl
steady ol’ boy
steady ‘er now

II

smoke bleeds off
the last horizon
faces seem ugly
black moon’s a risin’
 
can’t feel the road
‘neath burning feet
floorboard a thumpin’
in insane beats
 
crossroads sever
awkward precision
like heartless brain surgeon’s
virgin incision
 
chaos…
 
ask no questions
tell no lies
wheels dizzily spin
like dead men’s eyes
 
feel no pain
no resistance
lights disappear
to a point
in the distance
 

Houston, Texas '82