Poem #2 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan :Black Jackets and Boneless- Poetry

(c) David L O’Nan

Black Jackets and Boneless

Baby, we can keep running from this city.
We can leave all the devils behind. We can watch as our 
denim leaves our black jackets and become boneless.
Bareless, Watching our shoes turn to rubber and dust.

We can drip the oil from our hands from broken cars.
From hopes of stolen motorcycles that lay dead in the ditch.
We can try to escape those devils behind. Once again, baby.
Do you remember the words you said to me?  You told me to jump 
from the bridges and just end it in a moment of anger, of sadness?
Do you remember the way you felt when I said you were hopeless.

Do we remember the horrid things lovers say to each other when scared?  When angry?  When feeling like God isn't watching.
Do you still want to run away with me? 
Do you want to throw our silver rings in the river and watch them float under?

Run with me, let's watch the light reflect off the rocks on a partly cloudy day.  Find new life wherever that may be.   

I know I can feel blind. And I can't hear your scream when they are whispers. I'm Van Gogh.  I feel dead like him too.  Maybe I can't see past the fields of flowers of imperfections.    I need you to run with me. To find new angels that don't fail us and fall to feathers by our cold feet.   The angels that failed me, failed you, but first failed God.

Let's run because we can't stay here.  This is where the bridges will fall.   This is where the witches cook up recipes in the cauldrons. This is where we will never see each other in the way we once saw each other.   Black jackets full and run like a rogue, or boneless and bleached out like the skeletons giving up to be buried in shared dirt.

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Poem #1 from Before the Bridges Fell by David L O’Nan: Narcissism Taxi Cab Parades – poetry

(c) David L O’Nan

Poem 1:

Narcissism Taxi Cab Parades (while listening to Tango Whiskeyman (by Can)

I was picked up during the middle of a Buffalo Trace Wild Turkey run,
On a windy day going across our bending bridges.  The oblivious and untalked about.  How our world could end when they shall fall.  Most of this hideous breath former wunderkinds want to live young, rich & dangerous.  Driving erratically and uncaring of a permanent damage.  They haven't a thought of salvation, salvaging, or empathy.
Oh they want freedom to ring only in their ears.

Picked up by the slick backed balding haired man.  Is he a stranger?
"You, alcoholic and worshiping yourself" I'm mute yet screaming.
I've been loved, but my love now is mute when  you're in control.
The parade, oh it is a happening!  Bubblegum, candy, rusting, raining,
Popping bullets into the windshields and watching us frighten into skeletons.

The drive continues as clouds clash fucking harder.  Thunder so angered it's bleeding crimson all over our minds.    
The weaving concrete seashores.  Are we in for a flight or a swim?
All I see is a saint to himself,  cigarettes don't take away your whole anxiety.  Have another drink. You were anyways.

Your yolk, eases and oozes, blood with madmen living inside.  My broken stems, well are your broken stems.   The same blood circulates, the greed we share in dire moments.  Mine in desperation and yours permanently scarred into your soul.   Yours covered in liver spots.  Mine are just imagining the cars dodge from your metal dances off the cliffs.

The drive is me, a mummy.  In stitches.
Your chains rattle the trunk and I feel your hoarse voice bubbling fire.
I don't know your impulses, and you definitely don't know mine.
I can draw a picture of death much scarier than you. You aren't perched on top of that mountain. You are hanging onto a balloon as the axes fly by to knock you to the waters.

It is fun watching the devil weave around and lose his power.
Can I enjoy a ride to a demise?  An unknown, a simple smug look into a blurry mirror.

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