Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Road Trip

The Marlboro burns in your fingertips
Outstretched outside the car window
This isn't the road trip we planned
But I wish that it was.
Your car is more spacious than mine--
Having driven junk heaps and rat traps
Your ride is the lap of luxury.
I imagine this is what it would be like on the road with you.
The intensity with which you ignore me
All your thoughts on the road
Although I see in the corner of your closer eye
You catch me smiling at you.
The scenery whizzing by
I pretend like I'm taking it in
But this is my morning commute.

...I fantasize about writing this poem:
The dust in your hair
The roads that we cover...

I won't lie to you,
Your eczema is not sexy
You are sexy
You are sexy
It will odd to see
The sun rise lonely on the East River.
It's better together watching it sleep in the desert
The auburn-orange glow as prelude
To the twilight night indigo blue
Where red wine and red lips
Whisper secrets
The surface never speaks of:
"I'll miss you."
Your brave face,
You hate that I'm leaving.
Or think that I am letting go
Either way
I'm going away
And in this last look,
This last thought
As I'm leaving L.A.
Is this imaginary road trip--
And how I think I should stay.

By Way of Introduction

Greetings All:

I have recently found myself with a lot of time on my hands as the job market has followed suit of the Wall Street Market, market, so in an attempt to keep some semblance of sanity I give you my blog.

Beyond Bad is a collection of my poetry, story ideas and other musings past and present.  Some of the works I am pretty proud of and others not so proud, but at the very least it is something to pass the time while I work part-time at your favorite clothing retailer and also look for gainful employment.

Now I am not going to lie--some of this is atrocious, bordering on Vogon poetry, but hopefully there will some gems worth reading.  So good luck, and let the fun begin.

Your man in Amsterdam

Caswell J.