Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Monday, October 3, 2011

The Enabler


 
Night after night she loops through the nausea of word games

the drunken, petty moments in which the politics of speech

sounds like theirs, standing as a cluster of dry bushes, once

cherished tomatoes gone to seed withering in the first frost.


There's this too, the guarantee of garbled fear she slurs

making one think of the disappearance of all things

which amounts to saying goodbye to yourself, icy

and motionless, plunged in a horrible ecstasy, the other you.


To drive with her, this America, this lover,

pushes across the state-line edges around the clock,

just flight and risk, until the only sleep a neck-crick,

back-creak -- roadside sleep, refuge under a hunter's moon.


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12 comments:

  1. And how many miles further will this get her?

    Great use of three words. I hope you'll check out my attempt.

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  2. I like the dark flight mood of this and the troubled angst it expresses.

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  3. Quite the images this invokes well done.

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  4. AA,

    Mileage depends on which gas stations will be open and who catches up when.

    Thanks for coming by and liking! I will check yours out!

    Trulyfool

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  5. Rallentanda,

    Troubled angst is something I gravitate toward, smiling and chipping a guy though I am.

    Thanks for tapping into it!

    Trulyfool

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  6. Sheilagh,

    Thank you for your kind comments. (By the way, I did guess right at the pronunciation of your name! Just watched The Paradine Case -- yeah, Hitchcock).

    Trulyfool

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  7. Orange Tree,

    Thanks! Sometimes I do feel their power.

    TFool

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  8. this poem should be illustrated with an Edward Hopper painting, full of harsh light and hopeless dreams
    beautiful lines

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  9. Tis indeed a tale of angst and so beautifully done.

    Anna :o]

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  10. Isabel,

    I can resonate with Hopper. My 'America kick' has been percolating for a while. Not sure what exactly is eating me, but it's there, lonely among the open opportunities.

    TFool

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  11. HyperC,

    Coming back to it after two weeks, I feel it strongly still.

    Thank you for 'beautifully done'.


    Trulyfool

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