Thursday, May 28, 2009

Roadie

We bought some rounds
we made some friends
the bandaged thumb
of Michigan
we broke some laws
we bought some time
a shake of salt
a squeeze of lime

short of accidental
but it wasn’t really planned;
wasn’t quite a tractor-trailer
wasn’t quite a black Trans Am
but we never let it stop us
never let it slow us down
chewing through the endless asphalt
just a ricochet through town

We bought some rounds
we made some friends
red wine and
amphetamines
we broke a sweat
we borrowed time
and danced on
someone else’s dime


it wasn’t desperation
but it didn’t make much sense;
we had nothing else to offer
and we offered no defense
we just kept the tires burning
and we kept the headlights on
as it all flew by like fenceposts -
all we ever got was gone

We bought some rounds
we made some friends
black coffee and
carcinogens
we broke some bones
we did some time
sold our watches
and our prime


it didn’t make a difference
that we didn’t have a clue
that the miles, meth and money
we were blithely blowing through
would be coming up behind us
like a freight train down the track;
when those two kids died in Denver
no one thought of turning back

We spilled some rounds
we lost some friends
with shredded backs
whipped by loose ends
we broke it down
in double time
and left it at

the county line

10 comments:

Aniket said...

Dark. Superb. Absolutely wonderful.

My fav. part was
We bought some rounds
we made some friends
black coffee and
carcinogens
we broke some bones
we did some time
sold our watches
and our prime"

Loved it a lot!

RachelW said...

Oh wow. The last stanza sure struck home.

Brosreview said...

You've captured the essence of a roadie very well here. Enjoyed reading this one! Keep writing!!!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Oh, this feels like 1972.

This has great thrust and momentum. Living this would be like physically becoming the poem itself. It is so familiar, the scene, the feelings, the impetus of it all!

Here are few standout lines for me:

we broke a sweat
we borrowed time
and danced on
someone else’s dime

we just kept the tires burning
and we kept the headlights on
as it all flew by like fenceposts -
all we ever got was gone

You amaze me - the depths at which you level your lines! How do you capture moments that I thought only I lived and dreamed?

Catvibe said...

I had to read this twice because the first read, I got so caught up in listening to the changing rhythm between the stanza, the switch to double time, that I lost what I was reading. Then I read again, and it just takes me into a world of living that I left behind 35 years ago. Thank god. It seems K feels the same... You still havent' answered my question in regards to 'the year' but maybe this is a clue? Should I sleuth? I am in awe of your stelth at this craft, your lyrical rhythmic flow, and the brutal honesty with which you address subjects.

Karen said...

Your work is truly a cut above, Joaquin. In this one, your words carry the poem at breakneck speed, blowing through the towns, flying by "like fenceposts". I like these lines:

"it wasn't desperation
but it didn't make much sense;
we had nothing else to offer
and we offered no defense" and

"We bought some rounds
we made some friends
Black coffee and
carcinogens". (I have to smile at that one, thinking of K. and her 1972 comment...)

The whole thing does have that feel, from the black Trans Am to the friends whipped by loose ends.

I love this. I think you must be a very interesting and versatile person. I know you're a great poet.

Little Girl Lost said...

it wasn’t desperation but it didn’t make much sense; we had nothing else to offer and we offered no defense we just kept the tires burning
and we kept the headlights on as it all flew by like fence posts - all we ever got was gone...


Joaquin,i probably wasn't born at the time this poem is set, but feels like i am going along on the senseless, reckless trip.
i love how you shift from one subject matter to another with the grace of a trout. (erm, that was meant as a compliment. am watching Nat geo right now... )

Jannie Funster said...

Joaquin, you are a true true talent. What an amazing way with words that cut straight to the core of everything you have! Bravo.

At some point I want to link you in some kind of post on my blog, because so many more people need to be in on the little word-treasure of you! Can't say exactly when or how said link-up will be, but when the stars are just rightly aligned with the thumb of Michigan it will shall come to pass, my talented friend.

Jannie Funster said...

Oh, and if you mosey on over to my blog by Monday 8:00 Central Time, you can get in on the CD give-away I've got going on!

Kilauea Poetry said...

This was one cool piece.. it flows real nice-