Lazy Eye
i want to drive south into mexico to
sit on a warm beach, down cervezas
on the hood of my chevy
sweat from my fingertips will salt
the rim of the glass and the sun
will make my lazy eye jump
you’ll come too and we’ll stay
in cheap motels afraid to drink anything
but the beer; still, we’ll be leaner and
tanner from the sun and her heat
maybe we’ll drive farther if the car
doesn’t overheat, we’ll ask where to score
a hundred cheap pills
at some side-street pharmacy
let’s not even learn spanish well
enough except to get by and we won’t
have to feel bad that we can’t
make any new friends in mexico
Comments
Why does this feel as if I’ve stepped into Wallace Stevens or Pablo Neruda or both? Perhaps the setting, Perhaps the ache of it. It evokes something I cannot quite put my finger on – I’m not even sure I LIKE the feelings it evokes – but it moves me deeply just the same. And isn’t that what poetry ought to do?
You’ve painted one of my fantasies….I loved every word…superb.
cruisey atmospheric piece, I love this..
the idea of a two in drift moments,
satisying read.
I don’t like the sound of a hundred cheap pills – life is beautiful in moments
and I wonder why there is need of pills..
ill people struggle on lifesaving drugs,
why take them when healthy?
My second absolute favourite pieces of yours. You know I love it right? Well I do!!!
maybe you’ll just have to be my Mexico pardner, Paul. whaddya think of that? :)
– Luke Downes
This is amazing. nothing like a good old road trip to get your life-on. :) awesome, K
Bright – Warm – Fear – Denial – (Ego)Centric? Very evocative Luke. Drinking beer on the hood of the Chevy really leapt out at me.
oh! can i come too? nothing frees the spirit faster than an overheating car, an unknown road and warm companionship. your writing is beautiful.
Yeah this is cool, I never liked the guide books much either.