Thursday, March 5, 2015

EVEN AN OFT WOUND WATCH...



ALL ABOUT THE ROAD
He put his thumb out and rode it to places he’d never heard of, knowing nothing but dust didn’t bother him and sweat lubricated his movements; always forward toward another unknown no destination. Walking, riding, looking, ever looking at landscapes and views that seemed new but not overly so. He was a hardy old soul those years so long, long ago. He paced his aging through the swamps and forests, city streets, failed towns dead, and living ones built somewhere inside his head among the skid row bums and cockroaches that ate better than most men. When the view got old he moved. Bridges blown were barriers for all but a few who knew they could find a ford just like the one he had that carried him and his thumb from young to old. Old where the faded memories have grown cold and that wise old soul thing became just another faded doubt that it ever was so. All of life passes, from hot to cold, born in blood and water gone in fire and earth. The last bit to go is that thumb now used only to hit the space bar trying to make memory come back for one last look.

© M Durfee
3.5.2015


It is funny in the way that I do not have any ambitions anymore. Once ever ready to take on any challenge because I knew I could make it right, now after years of seeing the same sight from my front door, side door, back yard, lethargy for anything productive has set in. I would leave here, maybe just to see something new to me, even those places them that live there are just as bored with their scenery as I am mine. It is almost as if I decayed right along with the neighborhood of the city I live in. It is a hard and grinding place, always has been. I am tired of it, the view and stink but then I chose it years ago and then was busy. It seems like a long time since i have been busy. *shrug* Just a thought.

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  1. Never have done a lot of traveling. At least physically. I've travelled quite a bit mentally.

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    1. I wish at times Charles i had not done so much traveling. It's hard to long for things and places you don't know exist. If I let my mind wander too far afield it is enveloped in petrified silent darkness, ancient, hard, and the only value is that of a curiosity from someone on the outside.

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  2. i feel the gravity of that last line...trying to get it back..especially in light of your closing comments...i feel it a bit as well...i used to get pissed off and think my words might actually make a damn...i feel i have fallen into the flow a bit, just trying to protect a little patch of ground...

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    1. I wonder what I am protecting Brian, my wife, my house, my disgust at having spent so many years here being productive and now after that last surgery a few years ago hardly being able to move without drugs? I never intended to leave a legacy of any kind, the world is polluted enough already. But I fear i haven't seen the last page of 48205 yet, and I fear when it is written it will be a bad ending for the 'hood. We're already abandoned by police and fire for most of the day, the mail carrier is afraid of her route and the garbage guys will not get out of their trucks. Words have failed me of late.

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  3. I am always feeling the pull to explore, to see, not to let the grass grow between my toes. it is time for you to do some walking or use that thumb for something other than the space bar!

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    1. I get jealous of you Jeff, then i remember we have different lives and a gap in age.

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  4. Can you take a vacation? A little travel could take years off your boredom.

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    1. Honestly Alice, no, no vacations; not if I want a home when i come back. I live in the 3rd most crime ridden zip code in the country. We could move I suppose but one of us does not want to.

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  5. Cum, travel with me, Mark ... smiles. Love, cat.

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  6. Maybe you need to move elsewhere or visit another city so the fire leaps back and wind smells like newly mowed grass ~ Happy weekend ~

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    1. Good idea Grace, as soon as I can travel pain free I'll take my pains and go somewhere else.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...