11-16-2021, 10:35 PM
Ahab got over the hump the hard way,
I’m looking for the highway,
but nothing seems to say
this journey will ever end.
I lay down my footsteps
watching out for Armageddon
stumbling over biblical mishaps.
I carry a map of folk songs
a lantern fueled by starlight
and a blank scroll six feet long
where I record each rising blight.
I smell the dust sing of the road:
it winds away over the next misdirection,
I slip and slide, this time over
the backside of Quasimodo’s indiscretion.
It’s an endless quest, this up and down,
back around, one hump after another
until I climb a final rise, a gallows, at dawn
and kiss the noose, my long lost lover.
I’m looking for the highway,
but nothing seems to say
this journey will ever end.
I lay down my footsteps
watching out for Armageddon
stumbling over biblical mishaps.
I carry a map of folk songs
a lantern fueled by starlight
and a blank scroll six feet long
where I record each rising blight.
I smell the dust sing of the road:
it winds away over the next misdirection,
I slip and slide, this time over
the backside of Quasimodo’s indiscretion.
It’s an endless quest, this up and down,
back around, one hump after another
until I climb a final rise, a gallows, at dawn
and kiss the noose, my long lost lover.