Lost Highway Wondering by Douglas S. Hall There is a line in the sun As the crack in an egg I am wandering the interstate Walking on tired legs With dreams as diesel gasoline A glow plug in my chest My thumb pointed west The earth is round Or is it Flat? Yet, I am trying to escape From the gravitational pull That is reality and truth I am hoping to hitch a ride To replant my roots To go somewhere magical Somewhere magical I am hoping to hide From what is eventual
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The scars that I carry Are just another story That will never be told While the cars passing by Sound as ocean waves Breaking onto the road It reminds me when We were walking on a Mexico beach The sun glittering in your eyes As disco balls over a dance floor We put shells to our ears And listened for the rush of traffic Pleasure as drift wood Within our longing reach I kissed your cheek Your skin came alive As though snails crawled inside Just like the cars passing by Along the autumn highway As bees flying to the hive Your sweat was honey to me The concrete is a vibrant stage When you get out of your car and walk The clouds as sponges Hover in the distance Absorbing the light rays Orange, red and violet plasma Appear to be leaking from a wound Spilling out onto the body of the earth In a rhythmic pulse From the uneven horizon line That resembles a scar The mountains in the distance Look jagged and old They are colored black and white As the teeth of a wolf In the bottom half of a Jaw Biting into the flesh of the sky Making it bleed
Making it bleed Like my feet Like my heart The leaves are all blonde Glowing in the trees Reminds me of your hair Flowing in a breeze As we chased and traced Our footprints in the sand Running along the shoreline Never discovering the end Our night on the Sayulita bay Our flesh as water Spilling over onto each other The expanse above a glittering parade We listened to the ocean waves The surf serenaded us With a lullaby and a kiss Your lips made me suspend Reason in favor of the sublime We were free from the flavor of time Our bungalow oasis I look into the unknown I lose my balance as though The ground has fallen up I am cold and I am lost The vast blue yonder Warms me as a blanket I wonder about all the moments When I would look into your eyes They would widen as the Big Montana sky Ripple and sparkle As a river passing by A river passing by Whenever you look at me When you used to look at me My Alexandria My Antiquity When you look at me The light descends As the glowing moon ascends Suspended over dusks highway bleeding It looks as if a gold coin Was misplaced in the ether Or a tarnished copper penny Burnt by the sun I want to put it into my pocket for good luck To remind me of the autumn days Where the leaves the color of your hair Fell from the trees As the dreams falling from my mind Time falling from the mountains Your touch as water Falling from my fingers. Writing has been a fun creative outlet for Douglas S. Hall who lives in Denver. Boulder Weekly