Other than my grandmother's obit, the oldest of my writings that I can still find. Written sometime in the mid 70's when, to a young and inexperianced mind, it seemed like the world was ending and I was feeling appropriately sorry for myself.
Blowout on the Road to Ever After
Thought the road was clear
Thought the tank was full
Thought we were crusin'
between the lines
Thought we were in high gear
Thought the ring was ours to pull
Thought our forever yours
was forever mine.
Then we had a blowout
on the journey of love.
My world wobbling across the lanes
Life out of control and I'm screamin'
Headin' for the wall, loosin' my brains
and the devil's eye is gleamin'
Things are shredding
Love morphing to bitter rancor
Waste of a wedding
Lost my anchor
We've had a blowout on the journey of love
and there's no spare
Now it's a long walk to nowhere.
I like that one--a lot.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'm pretty critical of my own work (probably channeling the parents, being thier first-born and all), so I'm not the best judge of myself.
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ReplyDeleteWOW!
ReplyDeleteNow!!! Can u do a vid of u reciting it?
(I had a typo in 1st post so had to delete it.)
Nope. There will be no recital. Had more than enough of that when I was a clarinet/sax player kid.
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ReplyDeleteJust cliché-ick crap but it's in about the same shape I felt like at the time
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