Lovetruckerthe Tempest of Today
April 23rd 2008 23:09
Who am I to coax wild words to express the ineffable? The sullen Lovetrucker has lain for days and nights in the ditch of his own digging, peering into the open wound of his soul, staunching the blood of age and weariness. Here lies lies.
This everyday madness dances beneath the bright egg of moon that smears the land with reflected glory. I hear the screams that come from deep inside the earth, witless witness to the beauty of all and nothing. Here I sit again, tapping like the blind man I am, reading meaning into shapes and sounds, soothing grief with disbelief.
Two weeks in the desert and nothing to show for it, except dust on my shoes and a love shaped hole in my heart. This weird experience called life is but a howling truck that flashes past and slides into the night.
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