Back In Suckley

Thursday morning, driving south
the sixty plus miles to work a job
that is only keeping him going
for the next year, maybe the year
after that because he made the
wrong career choice years ago,
and since its that time of the year
where every valley and canyon is
filled with the pot party air, it's a
surprise that he never went to one
when he was pursuing his
post-secondary education.

After the s**t is completed down
south, he drives back to battleship
town to fill up his gray sedan so he
can trudge his way northward, back
to the place he tried to escape from
only a few weeks before but owning
a home in a place that's outside the
reach of the oil boom is a telltale sign
about the sinkhole that one's life has
truly become, and another telltale sign
that he is suffering the roadhouse blues,
which will lead him to the tombstone blues.

So he thinks about number one as
he drives up the stretch of pavement
and he tips his hat to the place that
inspired the creation of the alter-ego,
the one called November Zero,
and a random thought comes to him
as he crosses the third overpass
on the southern edge of the hamlet,
the one over the KO subdivision,
and down into the creek bed on the
north end of the one-horse town,
this is the last medicine line,
the last sign that his week-long
furlough has ended.

Past the place where Cassidy Joy
committed the deed due to the torment,
he notices the harvesters in the field blowing
up dust, akin to the canyons and valleys he saw
earlier in the day, and it's another sign about the
universal truth about everything goes around comes
back to some starting point, that being him and his
inability to think clearly which caused him to sit at
home and barely pack up a thing at all.

He's back in Sparta again,
but that's an insult to the three-hundred
men who gaves their lives in that one battle
thousands of years ago.

He's back in Suckley, and it sucks wholly.

Reviews

[Meghan]

I love how you were able to so clearly tell a story and develop a character through this poem. I loved it! Nice write.

[NightShade]

I love the way your work forms an over arcing narrative. When it's all compiled into a book, you will have created a masterpiece, sure to enthrall readers. Quite the slice of life.

[Teri B]

*hugs* Sometimes, we cannot escape our lives!