Improv
September 7, 2010
Free-styling,
Free-wheeling,
spilling out impromptu thoughts
that somehow fit,
that somehow hint
at an intelligence greater
or a greater intelligence,
whichever the case may be
in which the mystery
is somehow solved
of how to not make an ass,
whilst standing on stage.
road trip
August 10, 2010
We returned together
after leaving alone,
glad and and content
to have found each other
somewhere along the way,
passing through who we were,
glimpsing in the distance who we could be,
hoping to remember how to get there.
Storm Chasing
August 2, 2010
We thought we’d outrun the storm
only to find it waiting,
three hundred miles and three states
down the road,
with three hundred miles
of pent up fury,
and three hundred miles
of pent up rage,
ready and waiting
to beat and to batter,
to blind and to bruise,
to force us from our course,
to keep us from making it home.
Continental Divide
July 26, 2010
Like a drop of rain,
eastward I flowed;
irresistible current.
Red River, NM
July 24, 2010
To say that it is a little kichy
would be an understatement
but despite all of the tourists,
and all the overpriced shops,
and all the family bikes,
is the land
and the land is perfect,
an idealic world
of unspoiled beauty
still there to be viewed
and possessed for a moment,
so long as you stay out of town.
Pike’s Peak
July 24, 2010
Looming on the horizon,
amongst and apart of the clouds;
immensity.
Dwarfing all those around it,
standing 14,110 feet above the world,
yet diminished and obscured
only by the slight twitch
of my lounging foot,
conquered by my nonchalance.
So I’ll stop it all right here
And admit to myself
That i’ll never be cool,
That I’ll never be loved,
That I’ll never be that guy;
And instead gladly settle
To be myself,
To love myself,
To be cool with myself.
let’s drive north
July 23, 2010
and leave this all behind,
saying farewell to our lives,
dropping the imperatively meaningless tasks,
walking out on our fucking jobs,
jumping onto 25
to see where it will take us,
leaving texas behind (good riddance),
passing through new mexico
only to linger in colorado
before tackling wyoming,
montana,
continuing on with no directions,
with no definitions,
with no plans,
except to find canada’s cool embrace
before our lives find us
and drag us back
to the heat of our lives.
Take out the cork
July 9, 2010
and throw it away,
this wine won’t live to see another day
because there is what I suppose is called a need,
a need with which I have no wish to plead.
one year ago today
July 9, 2010
the sun shone bright,
making a most unfitting spectacle
of itself and of us all,
refusing to cooperate,
refusing to mirror our despair.
today it rained;
today it poured;
today drenched us to the core
quenching our inner light yet again
in memories and past remorse.
summer lull
July 1, 2010
with its sweet lilting voice
i have succumbed
to the lull of summer
and the interminable desire
to hibernate until winter
(or at least fall)
when i shall again arise
in magnificent chapluzkian glory
refreshed by the cold,
rejoicing in the blizzards,
no longer oppressed by unending heat.
Family Reunion Subtext
June 28, 2010
Come in!
Come in!
It’s so good to see you
(and you are)?
Oh, yes, Carol’s son
(You don’t look like her,
but I’ll take your word).
So where do you live
(will i approve)?
Oh, do you know so and so
(the drunk!)?
No? Do you know so and so
(the bastard!)!
Now that’s too bad
(I guess you’re alright after all);
go get some pie before it’s all gone dear
(off to test someone else).
solitude
June 16, 2010
having finally given up it all,
he was now free to observe
theworldmanwomanhumanity,
and with a sad smile,
partially hidden,
partially shown,
he saw the mystery,
he saw the reality,
he saw the truth
and the way that everyone
pretended
to be happy,
to be loved,
to love,
while secretly disseminating
their truly hidden
veiled misery.
in the basement
June 15, 2010
the deed finally done,
he smiled uncontrollably
as the last stone was placed,
as his work finally finished,
as his old life was buried
along with the body,
that once was his .
finally…feeling
June 9, 2010
after sitting
for hours on end,
drinking,
hoping,
wanting to feel,
hoping to forget,
and finally,
with a little scotch ice,
the chill sets in,
and i’m good to go.
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Tucker J. Collins
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David X. Hugo
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