Highway one

Highway one

A Poem by Tony Williams

I decided to break from my pseudo-goth-hellfire-brimstone and explore my pseudo-emo-help-me-cut-myself.


There’s a place off highway one

Where the ocean meets the shore

In a violent crash of waves

Where we’d watch forevermore


I never had the right words

So we talked about the poets

Philosophers and lords

I felt but never spoke it


Highway one was our domain

God might have gave it to us

Trees that covered us from rain

And for our seats there was moss

By the stream that went to sea

All on the stage set for me


Yes, the script was well written

The lighting was right on queue

Tension flogged the air from within

And the ocean was so blue


The trees had grown for long years

And mist flying from the sea

Subsided to make space clear

Long enough for me to say

But I didn't.

I was just a seaman then

And Alex was still alive

Jansen wasn't crazy yet.

What would they think of me now

Some jerk with a couple crows?

Would you be impressed?
Or would you say,

"Frankly, Bill, you've missed the point

Just like you missed your one chance

all those years ago

Somewhere off of Highway one"

© 2011 Tony Williams

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Added on May 18, 2011
Last Updated on May 18, 2011


Tony Williams
Tony Williams

San Diego, CA

Just some guy who likes to write and read what others have written. more..