Dr is a MadMan
Along the side of the highway
I became a madman.
The skin on her arm was beginning
To vaguely resemble tissue paper
Slightly crinkled but still a little soft.
As we passed the faerie mount
The rolling rise and fall amid the cattle spread
Where I wondered what fists beneath the earth
Pressed up in violent bursts between
The vast little licks of flat and green grass
All graying at the tips right down beneath the sun.
Along the side of the highway
He became a madman
Having lost all he had
Wandering right on down and by
The abrupt ripple glimmer silver
Among the faerie mount and slipped right in
Thumb jerked out at passer bys fallen under shade
But no one ever stopped.
Where he'd gone he'd long past left his machine
Broken slumped all over in a ditch
Looking out to the conical rise
Sharp like a finger cupped inside a hand
Inside another and sloping down around
Into the trees he wandered
Disheveled wonder all in converse shoes
Brown trench dusted in the earth
Black hair all awry --
Along the side of the highway
He became a madman.
Cut right through the mountain side --
And a sign hidden among the trees
Proclaimed "We are here!
'The loneliest of all creatures
in the universe' but we've plenty of highs
I'm sure I can guarantee
That even in the desert
Some weeds grow so well"
And he hung his head
Like a diamond through the glass
For where else had he left to go?
Can't you tell what song I listened to?
The hole in the ground
A swirl full of dust and cracks thirsty
Crying out for water and white moon beams
This city is full of mongrels and half-wits
Along the side of the highway
They became madmen.
How'd he even wonder to find
This girl
The one with a brain still screwed in
Twitching tail and eyes that were --
What?
Golden green rimmed and flecked
All blue and gray
She didn't believe in reservation
But in this post-apocalyptic world
It's hard to not believe in preservation
Of the self in this world of
Mongrels are better that pure-breeds.
On this side of the highway
We became madmen
And tried to dress shy to hold out the pain
So he slunk down amid the mattresses
And couches so worn
Even the rats wouldn't bother a chew
To kick up his converse heels close hi brown
Big brown eyes all rimmed in long
Long lashes and blink the dust away
As she sat down beside him
To explain
"Here I have only
The clothes on my back and the shiv in my belt."
Out across the distance she pointed to
The strong rise up out of the graying blue
Creased all the way down
Ever green
Where the waters lap lazily at red gray yellow stone
And who knows what might live way down
In the depths of the ripple and the mud puddles
Where once the trees rose out ad island
Now stands high above the dying waters
Just to look.
On the side of the highway
She almost became a madman
And just this once
Saved him instead of her.