Get Off the Road

Post by **mtmynd** » January 4th, 2010, 6:35 pm

psssst! Excuse me. I have to get some shit off my chest. I've been reviewing parts of my life lately... going thru old writings I've copied and pasted. I'm hitting my mid sixties this month and I guess knowing way more than half my life is over, it's normal for some of us to review our lives, seeing where we fucked up bad and where things were really good.

Going thru poems from 2002 and what a fucking year that was... I couldn't keep away from writing... over 200 of the goddamn things! I was out of my fucking mind, I guess.. What the hell am I supposed to do with all these things I've written? I'll be damned if I'm gonna toss them in the fucking shitcan... not yet anyway.

So just to do something with some of them, here's a really fucking great piece I wrote back then... nearly 8 years back, I reckon. I chose this from the list because I read it and I dug it... after all this time. The title is pretty obvious... times ain't like they were back in Kerouac's day...

Get Off the Road

no more on the road
i need to get off
the road is the same
interstate modality
running its course
the macplastics
the boogerkings
the wendygrease
the jackoffinthebox

enough!

take the road and shove it
had all i can stomach
time has proved its sameness

off the road
with 4wheels
lurching across
the virginity smiles
tasting the exhaust

no! No! NO!!

return to peaceful
return to the arms
nature spread thick
over the earth beat

yeah the earth beat
the taste of magic
the thrill of no thing
running streams
tall mountains
pines to the sky
deserts pulsating
naked so fucking naked
the chaparral struggles
but the effort is true

truth! Truth! TRUTH!!

send me the goddamn truth
no fedex
no u-p-s
no air mails
send it strong
arrow shot
straight into
the heart empty

fill it up
to the top
and more
more of this
i need it
junky love
for the spoils
of nature heaving
her breath into
webs of desire

fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!

that is it.. now
fuck in front of nature
unclothed look at me
see my prick standing tall
watch that cunt open
eagle voyeur
limb standing
watching
owl wisdom knows
bears shitting wood
the tumultuous benign
and the seven seeds shoot

star blotter sucking dry
the visions lost to cody
the road is unfit for man
kindness lost to greed
the spills evaporating
into clouds of darkness

rain! Rain! REIGN!!

Nature look at me
eye to eye
tell me now what you see
i am real. i am.
eye to I see the conditions
and what they have wrought
from your steamy coals
baked in ovens breath
the delight of life

escapes ... fumes rising
the coolness of nature
fried into patches of residential
disharmony....invasion of tract homes
sneaking across your goodness
your life giving
stolen by thieves unable to connect
to your style

let me fuck you one more time
before you descend into trash dump worlds
with stupidity crawling over your mass
picking up the pieces to fit together
into puzzles without end
the collages of trash reassembled

monstrosities of junk landfills
have become hallowed grounds
that harbor relics of your once proud
beauty now forsaken into attic mold

dissolve! Dissolve! DIS SOLVE!!

on the road is gone
jack is fucking dead
allen is fucking dead
gregory is fucking dead
the beat never fucking dies
just goes on beating
within without within without

the road is fucking dead
the road is fucking dead
the road is fucking dead

get off the fucking road
and get the beat from her
mother nature will beat you
spank your fucking ass
until you come
come all over Her

get off the fucking road
inner states await you
beyond the interstates

.........

Post by **mnaz** » January 4th, 2010, 7:20 pm

boom! let er rip man!

...kind of the same conclusion, or winding-down I reached after a couple years or more of dealing with that dashed line and macplastics and boogerkings. Get off! Just stop...

Post by **mtmynd** » January 5th, 2010, 10:40 am

howdy, Mark...

so true 'the road' is far from what it was. JK didn't travel on an Interstate at 75mph stopping where the off-ramps allowed only to shove another fast food competitor in yr face or a Super Fuel Stop with 75 pumps only usable with a credit card. Them days have long gone, even if one tries to circumvent the Interstates and drive the backroads... not usually successful with the skeletal remains of old Texaco's or Mom & Pop stops boarded up.

I imagine there was a fellow like me bitchin' about the damn hiway systems paved in asphalt that took away the romance of one lane trails between Las Cruces and Albuquerque where the horses once ruled before the damn auto-mobile began takin' over the country.

Time is a bitch when it steals away the comfort zone.

Post by **mnaz** » January 5th, 2010, 5:35 pm

true. I was just ruminating on that in my recent "motel" scribblin'-- We couldn't build Rte. 66 today; it would look like divided highway, on/off-ramps, 3-story corporate keycard click boxes and 10-story Shell station signs. ha. Man I looked for those mom 'n pop places... shoulda taken more photos of them. that's where I messed up...

Post by **WIREMAN** » January 6th, 2010, 7:14 pm

i remember reading your XXX poem at funks in baltimore and channeling your mtness to the throng, i almost missed work the next day....it's cool to go back and check out the old stuff....i find my new performing pieces that way lotsa times.....enjoyed your energy cecil....write 200 poems every year......

Post by **mtmynd** » January 6th, 2010, 8:00 pm

Thx, wired-man... I hear thru Dino you and Steve and him will be doing readings in a couple of months. We had talked about him getting this recent piece of his video taped at the show... I dig that bird piece. If he can get someone to vid him, sure would like to see you and 'saw' doing your thing, too. Be a gas seeing you guys readin'.

Yes, to seeing old stuff. Funny how they sometimes surprise me... like "I wrote that..?" hah! I wrote a few XXX's back in the Litkicks heyday... you remember "Zen Clown"?

Nice seeing you up and about... Carole's at peace...

Take it e-z...

Post by **constantine** » January 6th, 2010, 9:32 pm

i met terri at funk's. the poem reminds me of whitman - a disillusioned whitman.

Post by **mtmynd** » January 7th, 2010, 1:25 pm

disillusionment is a cheap, lousy meal in a forgotten diner that the interstate passed up, cooked up be a fat man with nicotine stained fingers and no smile.

Post by **SmileGRL** » March 5th, 2010, 8:52 am

i love when that happens, writing something and reading it months or years later & realize it was an important moment in your life or simply to be surprised that you actually wrote THAT.

really awesome piece, cecil

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