Poetry: The Winding Road to Felicity by David L O’Nan

The Winding Road to Felicity

(from my book Before the Bridges Fell)

Thousands gather to watch the band play one last song.
An electric strike splits to the bone.
One more cigarette before the rapture.
Winding roads collapsing from the refugees waiting to be captured.

All we can wait for is the feathers to -
Begin falling from the clouds.
To be caught by the calloused hands.
Gasoline streams down your arms,
And the bleeding eyes aren’t very far.

All the lights just want to burn us while –
We are still angels.
The corrosion begins skin deep.
Pulls magnetic to the heart to erase emotions.
And the man you are, you’re far from being smart,
Or even a start to the skipping record of your addictions.

So, you drove from Springfield to the bowels of a nameless river.
Looking for diamonds and skyscrapers and effervescent nightscapes.
All you see is your scuffed shoes, your dirty face in a dirty puddle reflecting all.
The ugliness caused by your fears.
Dirty yellow hair that makes all the breath from the downtown swoon.
And you can’t even be happy when Felicity is knocking on your walls.
To call you into the golden tower.

So naked is this green moon, 
and all the eyes in this town match it soon.
They are too late when the straight roads twist
around and break the chariots.
Pushed by the militant stars.

The drugs can’t keep you whipped like 
all the ladies with their perfumed scent.
And all the poetry in your brain 
is all bruised up washing in the valleys of your skin.
And baby. The gravedigger is hard to
find on a midnight chase in the darkened 
aisles and alleys, filled with spit and sweat of disgruntled spirits,
waiting for their grace.

But their grace is the molten heat.
Traversing from your fingers to the nerves that beat your
last sane thought.

Look at Rapunzel lose her strength when the wicked road
cuts away all her hair.
As she lays cold on a bathroom floor in ripped towels.
The glow in her skin is the same as a struck match, and her
body becomes as limp as the daisies. The diseases funnel
together and drink her mentally,
And all she has left is a dying car and enough money to buy a beer.

Winding road, vivid and hedge apples scattered.
Can’t drive. The wagons just splinter apart.
And all is a little bark, and an endless cut from a broken heart.

I am going to watch these visions materialize,
from the fog from that hidden river from roads that never scattered
past the point of just being glass and gravel.

Now the band comes out to play.
Clashing cymbals through the infernos of a damnation play.
Watching the virgins and the Adams dance with the Scarlet dressed Sodom
And Gomorrah revival.

The cigarette ends and I try to walk away.
Only to be picked up in a twilight maze.
Walking to and from my groping vision.
In the swinging shadows I see my whole life’s reflection.
Winding roads to Felicity.


https://tinyurl.com/yckj66hk  for a copy of Before the Bridges Fell




Bio: David L O’Nan is a poet, short story writer, editor living in Southern Indiana. He is the editor for the Poetry & Art Anthologies “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art. and has also edited & curated other Anthologies including 2 inspired by Leonard Cohen and an upcoming one inspired by Bob Dylan. He has self-published works under the Fevers of the Mind Press “The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers” “The Cartoon Diaries” & “New Disease Streets” (2020). A compilation of 4 books “Bending Rivers” a micro poem collection “Lost Reflections” and new book “Before the Bridges Fell” (look under books tab in Amazon) under Cajun Mutt Press & “His Poetic Last Whispers” (2022) David has had work published in Icefloe Press, Dark Marrow, Truly U, 3 Moon Magazine, Elephants Never, Royal Rose Magazine, Spillwords, Anti-Heroin Chic, Cajun Mutt Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Voices From the Fire. Twitter is @davidLONan1 and for the book @feversof  Join Facebook Group: Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Arts Group . Facebook Author page DavidLONan1 and goodreads page is https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18366060.David_L_O_Nan

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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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