sort of an ode to the two sides

20 Nov

i dig railroad tracks angling towards the sky and forever.
dig basketball players among hurricane
dig guitar solos slipping into rapture.
i dig these things because
some highways are never completed.
they jet coils outward and
look electric octopus and nasty;
a reminder.
one day it might,
it will.


6 Responses to “sort of an ode to the two sides”

  1. leaflet (anatomy) November 20, 2013 at 5:13 pm #

    dig the casual impending-ness of this poem. the allure of the unknown, unmeasured, unsaid. it’s very good.

    • steve November 20, 2013 at 8:29 pm #

      Glad you dig it. Glad you stopped by. Now if only I could embrace that allure instead of it being so terrifying.

  2. Millie Ho November 21, 2013 at 5:17 am #

    And there are some highways that charge you, and some that you adopt. Metaphors all around!

    • steve November 21, 2013 at 10:31 am #

      I had never heard of that adopt a highway program. It reminds me of a landlord I used to have. He liked to set up his lawn chair at a very specific spot on the fourth of july. (this was in the states) He liked to watch the traffic jams and the screaming and yelling and what not.

      • Millie Ho November 21, 2013 at 4:02 pm #

        Sounds like he should watch baseball instead. 🙂

        • steve November 21, 2013 at 5:02 pm #

          His family was British and he himself served in one of the wars. I think it was in India because he always talked about the city Madras. There used to be a drug store near our apartment building. It was also a diner. Oh yeh, I should mention that he wasn’t the landlord. he was the janitor of the building like the super or whatever it’s called, but he lived on site. Anyway, we used to go to the diner/drug store and drink coffee. I always felt like he was delivering me there to sort of introduce me to a place that might become a home away from home. He was never too into sports, but he encouraged everyone to stretch every day.

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