Dialing Albuquerque

He fidgets with his handful of dust

  breathes in the sunlight

Takes the morning gray 

   soundtracks partial and black 

Stirs at the sea and its

   many amenities 

 

Did he leave it back there 

somewhere

  leaning in the wind

      a beggar's shoe 

slipping along the 

    heat on America's highway

Holding the foamed slaps of water and criterium 

       he tries to grow numb again

 

Forces the cold outlines away

   growling silver handles attack the 

memory

Not the world he claims to know

Maybe it's just another way from life

Breathing fogs of remedy under midnight

at some trucker's broke down station

outside Bethlehem

Or perhaps its alone inside a page 

under some great white pine 

Drunk in the snug ripple dream and goldmine out west

Turns back the madness till there is nothing

smiles and dries away his new unfamiliars

I’ll learn again to be lost

I’ll know what it is to face my enemy

to be their ghost

How hard can it be 

surrounded 

 

Everyday another corpse

living in our new sunlight

He reaches for the phone 

remembers a girl

the one with all the answers

Picks it up and

begins to dial Albuquerque 

Reviews

[JE Falcon]

A great poem and I think I know that girl. She worked in a car dealership and drove a hardtop convertible, radio always blaring. --- Thanks for the read, it was one of the better ones.

[Perdition]

Yep, That be the girl alright, all the answers and serves up some quality toast. Lives with a guy, hairy as hell. Claims to know her from another part of town, but I think he's just keeping sad time while fixing that damn atrocity of hers! I say we pull the fuse to the radio and let him live. He deserves her about as much as anybody other than an else white mouse in a snake cage..hahaha, be back a little later, Long, LONG week!! Enjoyed the review, Thanks!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe that star will appear in the sky to guide the trucker to Bethlehem....
this is one of the best poems I have read in a good while, Perdition.
love the allusions to the nativity set in modern day with the trucker idea....

imagine how much Gold, Franencense and Myhrr (sp?) the wise men could have brought had they had a semi to haul it...
and that girl with all the answers...sometimes we need to go beggin' at her door.
j.

[Perdition]

If there is a heaven I'm sure they'll be a "Stuckey's" on the way...hahaha. Thanks, J.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

All the answers are in Albuquerque or at least that's where the signposts point. We all need a signpost to point the way at times. A surreal and descriptive write. I enjoyed.

[Perdition]

Well, we have to have our answers, don't we? I mean what good are our illusions without them, could be under that white pine though, those are sweet days. Thanks!