the only power lines are in your mind

the only power lines are in your mind

A Poem by Anna Auel

Watched a man on television
spread his arms in desert
panoramic vision
no one needs to add Technicolor
   to the sand
it is the only color
   for miles.
The tire treads
of 1979-era Ford off-roaders
snake around the dunes,
elaborate infinities
loopingand
                   curlingand
loopingand
                   curling
back on themselves
rumbles of existential smoke
leaking from the exhaust,
disappearing
into the gusting wind
words caught from the mouth
and returned to the earth.
“you are completely alone out here,” he said
to no one
and his knees met his arms
in a tent.

© 2012 Anna Auel


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i have probably laughed during all the wrong places, inapropiately, yet i enjoyed, you have an original style to your writing i think.

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Tags: desert, existentialism, postmodernism, sand, Ford, thinking, travel show

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Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV



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I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..

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