Where It All Went Down: A Hitchhiker's Romance w/ Sean Rooney
by Therese Elaine
We meet on a deserted road
in the corner far left of feeling
the only kind for people like us;
jaded, pre-pledged pallets with girlscout hands
we need a lot of open space
to commit our crimes...
onward vast and underage...
I slide into your backseat reception room,
as the sunroof perspires
feel my thighs stick to the plastic welcome mat
make me statue summer surprise
you so thoughtfully laid down-
forcefully mindless, intentions blur
I'm going to bleed more than a little for you.
stuck-pig sacrifice with a kiss.
Influenza eyes consult your notes
eraser chewed and bare, these are the bravest notes I've got
while you reposition my legs,
scissor-skin-removables in the way of fantasy
and I can suddenly taste the pulse of you
silver-fuck the aching lakes
in the back of my throat...
They'll fish you out in a week...
You give up trying to refold the map-
time tasted slow like molten ice cream-
directions are no use in this place;
the eye-shadow leaks from inside you;
these hiptrickshifts have no return destination-
fevered tangerines, marked for for seasonal moist
just a one-way trip in swamp-grass and ochre perpetuity.
slumber-rape the crying plastics.
We met on a deserted road
on the porch,sun cries denim stitches
the best place to find people like us;
anxious, shaking candidates of touch
There's plenty of open space...
I only need a closet to hide you...
for those committed to their crimes.
Author's Note: There's no such thing as a free ride...
Posted on 06/09/2010
Copyright © 2020 Therese Elaine
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/09/10 at 01:04 AM|
I LOVE it!!!
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/09/10 at 01:30 PM|
Hitch-hiking bad? In tumultuous flesh flings we leave so much of ourselves with others (whether they be given or taken). A hope that you have a powertrain warranty, because I believe this verse will be driven frequently (oh, and you may want to fix the air conditioning --it's a little hot). ;)
|Posted by Adam Dyson on 06/11/10 at 12:24 AM|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/12/10 at 04:30 AM|
Oh, so much to marvel at here. "Crying plastics" "eyeshadow leaks" but my favorite: "directions are no use in this place." This piece has me enjoying its molten movement - glad there is no map - just the fiery interaction of two creative collaborators. Had to turn on the fan - and not because of the summer Dallas heat... :-)
|Posted by V. Blake on 06/12/10 at 07:05 PM|
If ever two people needed to collaborate, it was you two. This proves it.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/13/10 at 11:26 AM|
Catchy combination of two different styles and imagery. Quite thought provoking and relateable also.
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 06/14/10 at 01:15 AM|
you & Sean always come up with the most interesting & provoking poems. another great one!
|Posted by A. Paige White on 06/16/10 at 11:51 PM|
This has all the potential of the best nail chewing drama out on DVD right now... "denim stitches", "...the bravest notes I've got" too many great images to name them all but this is awesome. Highest marks! Encore... encore...