Friday, August 01, 2008


Lights on the road
Tail light place holders
With red thoughts
In closets
What song was that?
I wish I could sing it
I wish I could get off this road

There's more to the night
Dark sloping mountains
Like the curve of a woman's back
For As long as I can remember
But here we race
Barely moving
The tickertape line
Barely moving
And the star-march median
The only dance
Of a soft satin viper

Sink your teeth into my dreams
I can't escape
I'm barely moving
Barely moving


JR's Thumbprints said...

But here we race
Barely moving

I often think of Chaos Theory: When I'm stuck in traffic (due to some unfortunate event), I realize that I am no longer doing the driving; instead, the traffic congestion is controlling my destination.

Bernita said...

"Dark sloping mountains
Like the curve of a woman's back"
That is beautiful.

paisley said...

i am definitely in agreement with bernita,, that was the line that particularly caught my eye as well...

seeing this makes me ever so happy to live in the land that time forgot....

in addition, i just want to let you know i am posting my new poetry on justpaisley.... now, and i sure would love it if you came over and had a look....

Barbara Martin said...

Beautiful poetry!

Charles Gramlich said...

"Soft satin viper" is very nice.

Sarah Hina said...

I've seen those lights.

There is something slowly poisonous about the journey described. That sense of being blocked in. Of swallowing desperation. And yet we must keep going.

The mind, and its dreams, are still free. It can still creep across those mountains. And that's something, I suppose.

Moving poem, Jason.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

"Sink your teeth into my dreams" - that expression is just something else!

Aggie said...

I felt rather mesmerized ... much like following tail-lights on a long journey highway in the dark and only the twinkling lights luring you forward.

Remiman said...

Still, within the crush of mans' technologies, the poet finds the sublime.

jason evans said...

JR's Thumbprints, you're right, especially on a highway. You can't even quit. You have to let yourself be pulled along.

Bernita, now if I could just lay a hand there.... (Whoops, shaking off the daydream now.)

Paisley, living remotely does have it's huge benefits. This traffic was moving at least. **I'll stop by your poetry blog. I have to admit that I sometimes struggle with visiting multiple blogs maintained by one person.

Barbara Martin, thank you!

Charles, the most likely to kill you....

Sarah, I know you know. Those dreams over the mountain are a path better than anything Mapquest can provide.

Sameera, that was my favorite line too. :) It holds intense vulnerability, threat, desperation, and even a strange hope.

Aggie, this one was entirely visceral. I had just written the Buffalo post on our way back from the mountains. I went on to write the poem and snap the picture on a whim.

Rel, that's a high compliment. Thanks!

Geraldine said...

Wow! I really liked this one Jason. You've captured the mood of the road and the night scene, perfectly. Well done. Great photo to accompany too.

jason evans said...

Geraldine, it's nice to write right in the middle of the moment you're experiencing. I'd like to do that more.

SzélsőFa said...

I too, felt that this was written captivated...some other writings of yours are more analytical...
very vivid and moving piece...

Aine said...

Life slows if we stay on the same road. That's not always bad, but a side road can spark needed excitement.

I hope you feel momentum soon. There is more to the night, my love.

JaneyV said...

It's amazing how your mind drifts throuh so many beautiful images while stuck at night in traffic. I always think of a snake slithering off ahead of me. your line
The only dance
Of a soft satin viper

really resonated. But so many beautiful lines and images. Lovely Jason, really lovely.

jason evans said...

Szelsofa, I let this one just happen without having a pre-planned direction. It's nice to experiment with different approaches.

Thanks, Aine. :) I suppose there are as many side roads as we are willing to explore.

Janey, so I'm not the only one! :) Thanks for sharing your thoughts.