"The Summer Home, Summer Not" Travelogue Jam

Post by **iblieve** » August 19th, 2005, 9:38 pm

progress sucks
and sometimes we regress
in our attempts to move faster
down speeding lanes of disaster
It was nice back then
when cars were faster
and a drag race was good clean fun.

Post by **Jenni Mansfield Peal** » August 19th, 2005, 9:39 pm

Angel Ann
lies back and spreads her legs on a Sears green pick-up truck
adjusts the windshield wipers behind her back
and says "If they expected me to suit up for last period P.E.,
they're shit out of luck ..."

February and the first real day
of that spell central Texans call spring
The fields still exhausted from a hot summer sun
and the cold winter's wringing rain
but now the sun is warm again
and the breeze sends a whisper of green
raising goosebumps on our angel in Killeen

Far afield she hears the schoolbell ring
She thinks "Lord, he's bound to be by this way soon..."
Books and clarinet slung over his back
She knows the boy from the trailor park
and in the stadium after dark and
in her home room

As her lips recall his smooth tight chest
On her knees the sun is beating soft and warm
The Ford is feeling chaulky and her head is falling faint
and all the sky so blue today
will be her lover anyway
a gasp
and a shuddered new alarm
tender lightning of a sudden summer storm

Raindrops
Pock the ragtops
Cool a racing heart
V-8 visions driving now
Bearing down
Like headlights in the dark

Derelics resume their slow decay
left behind again the Fords and Chevys wait
Patience is much to hard a task for sixteen years
She steps around the fire ants and thinks
"Well, he had his chance ...
bandhall must have kept him late."

Post by **Lightning Rod** » August 19th, 2005, 9:45 pm

big girls can take care of themselves
youth is a blessing
oh no, it's a curse

the closer we get to the hearse
the more we are blessed
by the memory of youth

no matter if you're uncouth
the road is long
any of us can stumble

Om Mani Padme GoCart

Post by **iblieve** » August 19th, 2005, 10:03 pm

uncouth means
trying not to die by sword like words
jabbed in the arrears of good taste
and I lament the lack of restraint
when called forth to duel for the 32nd time.
I fear not the hearse
but relish each breath of this life
enlightened by the thought of dying
rebirth
to travel a new road of adventure.
Life is taken too seriously
as is words
sometimes and other not enough
if we seek to live in peace
our peace is shattered.
In death we leave it all behind
after too many glorious memories
of a youth that died long ago.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » August 19th, 2005, 10:05 pm

where are the drag races on the superhighway?
will Mickey D shut down KFC?

the way to travel
is to get off the road

Post by **iblieve** » August 19th, 2005, 10:14 pm

exactly
but my engine can't sit idle
as I wonder the same
will everything merge into one corporate conglomerate
of shit
and we become the slave to the mighty
corporate dick forever hard.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » August 19th, 2005, 10:19 pm

check this out, iblieve

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... 081705.DTL

Post by **Jenni Mansfield Peal** » August 19th, 2005, 10:26 pm

Omni culpa Des Cartes
event, event, event, event
each moment so tied to the end, the ultimate, the inescapable
the foregone conclusion of cause and consequential
-ality
so modern, so dead

it's time to change time
and challenge death
2005 years after Christ
Still so radical

*********************
I admit I saw and asshole.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » August 19th, 2005, 10:31 pm

while traveling the road to Golgotha
I put de horse before DeCartes
I knew my ultimate end
was salvation bathed in vinegar

Post by **iblieve** » August 19th, 2005, 10:32 pm

Thanks for that link and I agree. Our children suffered from our mass produced society anything goes for the gross national product syndrome or plague as that author put it. Thanks for the confirmation that I aint that off the mark in my beliefs that this country is a cesspool. "C"

Post by **Jenni Mansfield Peal** » August 19th, 2005, 10:38 pm

Deep within the mediocrity that is the lie of our age
(you know, the lies that come and go with the generations who sustain them and whose forebears created them, like the lie my mother endured about a husband and family making her life worthwhile)
There is emptiness, as in all lies.
That emptiness is a blessing, because that's where we can do what we want. Whether what we create is mediocre or not.
Within such a lie, simply to be different is to be brilliant.
What an opportunity!

******************
I admit I drew an asshole

Post by **Jenni Mansfield Peal** » August 19th, 2005, 10:41 pm

Post by **iblieve** » August 19th, 2005, 10:45 pm

Christ came and went
smart man for dying young
In his coming we found an excuse to kill in the name of God
heathens that refuse to believe the word,
thou shall not kill

aint it all fucking insane,
I am proud to be a pagan christian
believing in the goddess and the god
hell I think God likes to fuck too
or he wouldn't of made such a big deal out of it
Aren't we created in his image
with his desires
and we all desire a good fuck, or not,
most of the time.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » August 19th, 2005, 10:49 pm

lies are full
truth is empty
and mediocrity
might be The Middle Way

Eightfold with heads like Medusa
making the stations of the cross
each time it's a score
like suffering and release

a strip mall to salvation
the rocks rolled aside
and credit card redemption
celebrate the medium

Post by **Doreen Peri** » August 19th, 2005, 10:51 pm

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