Tumbleweed Corner by David L O’Nan & other small poems

Tumbleweed Corner  (2006)

Buried hearts at Tumbleweed Corner
The thistles split apart bad men as they choke.

Santa Fe, on a hot New Mexico morning
The jury decided to hang the man
The creeps,
They follow with chisels, with rope
 A chilling smile,
Their creepy walk
Like a dictator marching from their tomb.
Cuff marks leaving my hands raw and sore
Dry air sucked in,
That dust,
That failure
On the septic trails,
My dusty boots enriched in blood.
From a man that found his soul.
He was lost forever from his native Ohio.
He met his demise here in New Mexico when -
The sunrise began to drop dead heat on the wagons
During our horses first meal of the morning.

The lonely man,
He was enamel
bare to the shaking,
the menacing inevitable
Once he saw my hatchet teeth,
My bull rope eyes
He was just collecting horseshoes off dirty roads
Those cloudy roads named in honour of befallen heroes.

As I sat there, judgment awaiting
The judge sweats the sun's breath
Moving his body into a boring inertial state.

He's a rock
And will not change.
His mind is predetermined
My lifeforce begins to drip.
To image itself as melting metal.
The toughness,
I become a shy child.
The people look at me with evil intentions.
Purity no more in their Christian hearts.

They wait to see my remorse.
My sunburnt face with the boils,
The leather chapped cheeks
The flaming sticks for a nose,
The ears that are dark and hidden like a tunnel.
The face that can't find the guilt.
I've been ripped away from my internal being.

I can only hiccup memories to the brain
The crying mornings,
Under this town's smoldering bridge.
Almost every morning.

They grab me by the stale leaf hair
Pull my hungered body to the bird-shit ground
The smell is now of old crusts and ashes.
That hot New Mexico sun has been burning -
my skeleton chest through my flannel shirt,
My bank robber legs through my tattered jeans
The sun poisoned my mind to obscenity.

I'm clinging to you,
Clinging to your thistles, Lord
I've eaten from all the ratty coffee cans too long.
I spit out all the ashes
Of all the dreamers.
Just rake away.
Tired of the spirits of those
I've killed for green greed, awakening me
Kissing the  blade of the machete

A sorrow of laughter,
And then disappearances into -
The nocturnal rib of the air

Tumbleweed Corner is now heartless.

Those that were buried are now walking
They become the zombie vision,
Thieves that stole back their dignity.

My soul is left for scavengers
Drag me away like rags
Empty with the scars
To bury me in the gut of stars.

Eternally trying not to fall to the fires below.

Downpours

I always feel like when the leaves change colors,
And then,
Inevitably, I will crumble
As the skies open up
Into the stinging
An oily downpour on my freckled -
crackling slip of skin
The rain trickles down into my heartbeats

A Changing of Winds

As a lonely twister eats away our town
A whistle blows through your frail bones,
As fragile as parchment paper
The decanter crashes to the kitchen floor
Your blue eyes live like a suicide
Skin itches to a burn
Your courage lost in a circadian rhythm of change
All the songs are now lost
You left
The woods are spotless.

Back to my River

Where has my time gone?
Driving home in this madness hour
A midnight moon overlooks your eyes
I see it swim through the clouds
Always moving
From freeways to dirt roads
Crashing through the gravel
And you are timeless,
Through it all
Back to my river
Hooks to the heart.

Malinger

He came in with a strut
Pulled at their heartstrings
A debonair heartbreaker
Tried to blend into moonlight
When his legend of notoriety, disgust spread
He begins to mourn, becomes a malinger
Observes all the crusting flakes of a noose
Watch the nervous breakdown boil & dry


Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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