Abandoned Nylons

I felt a growing need to get out into the woods, to leave behind the city and society. We do not need all this nonsense. We, as a people, need to find our roots and return to where God intended us to be. It feels natural to be away from a manmade existence. We don’t need every path paved. It is well within the realm of acceptance to veer off the beaten path and explore this world that lies beyond the limits of comfort. You don’t need wi-fi hotspots at all points of your day. Drop your phone and car keys off. You are past due for a date with your old hiking boots.

I had to get out. This was the moment.

“Miss Beverly? Ma’am?“ My secretary called after me as I walked out of my office. I just kept walking. I wasn’t going back. I couldn’t.

This formal attire was smothering me. I had to get out to the fresh air and trees. I had to get away from this city. I reached up and clutched at my throat, pulling my scarf down and out of my way. My heart started beating faster when I heard my car chirp as it unlocked. I like to be self-sufficient. They were forcing my hand. I had to do it.

I was doing something I shouldn’t be. I whipped the scarf from around my neck and let it get caught up in the air as I threw it out the window. The buttons popped off when I ripped the shirt open, shooting in every direction. I had to get air. I had to get a chance to breathe purity once again. My life was polluted with pre-packaged meals and stop and go traffic. I am not of the mindset that we were ever meant to be stacked upon each other the way we are these days.

I needed my own space. I needed room to stretch out my arms and feel cleanliness of nature. I sped away as fast as I could. It felt good to be racing out of the city.

The buildings and exit signs were a blur behind me. I needed to find a place where I wasn’t closed in. I wanted to be away from a desk, responsibility and inauthentic expectations. All that was living a lie to me. I didn’t want to be that person any longer. I knew no other way out.

I made it out of the city. I drove fast without hesitation. I-95 is a long road with a lot of possibilities. It made me smile thinking of all of them.

I pulled over to a small gas station where the 95 hit 17. While I was putting gas in the tank, I took the top off the jeep. It wasn’t doing me any good. I wanted the wind in my hair.

I went inside the minimart to grab some supplies. I loaded up the basket with a couple bottle of wine, some cheese and a cheap pair of flip flops.

There was a teenage boy working the counter. His name tag said his name was Bobby. I asked Bobby if he knew a good place to get away take a few days off. Without taking his eyes off me, he pulled down a business card and handed it to me.

Bobby said his aunt rented the house out. It was right on the beach of Jekyll Island. I merely had to continue down 17 to the 520 and straight to the beach. That sounded simple enough to me.

I thanked him; flashed him a smile and a wink. He blushed. As I was walking out to the Jeep, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. My shirt was still wide open, revealing my bra. I stopped short, trying to decide if I should be embarrassed. I smiled and continued on my way.

I tucked the bags behind my seat. I pulled off my heels, throwing them back there, too. Then I shimmied out of my nylons. I threw them on the passenger seat.

As I pulled out of that gas station, the wind took the nylons away. I watched them fly into the air. I pressed the accelerator.

 

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Wrong Way Down A Slanted Street

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Wrong way down a slanted street
Each step is a new kind of burn
Through the low, sloping trees
The Coit Tower for which I yearn
Thirty-Seven years through this life
With only a dream left to cling
Watched your best girl leave you
She wanted far more than a ring
Your Eden never bore fruit
Only possessing a barren vine
Taking off for Occidental today
Toss away this dying, rancid wine
Know there’ll be sun tomorrow
The City will only cause you to spoil
Remove yourself from endless poison
Toil in warm & encouraging soil

Once Again Fog Hides The City Away

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Once again fog hides the City away

No worries about being burnt by the sun

Another beautiful morning by the Bay

My legs have grown tired, I can no longer run

I need to rest down by the docks

I’m here to start a new life by the coast

No longer shall live life by the clocks

Life in the desert was only tolerable at most

I’m looking for a woman with golden hair

I wish to rest my head where I no longer weep

She said she’d be waiting out there

Will I ever get any of that peaceful sleep

Push & Pull, But I’ll Never Tell

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Push & pull, but I’ll never tell
Solitude of a lonely soul used
White cotton panties belie your secret
Within your mind we know the abused
Walk away onto the city sidewalk
Too intense for the middle of the day
Your lips part, but we’re not the same
I’ve forgotten what you were going to say

High Upon The Hill

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High upon the hill
With the city down below
Lies a teary-eyed princess
With reasons she doesn’t know
The magic of forgotten beauties
The thought of a heart inspired
Her soul is pure
The enchantment of that desired
The cool wind gives a chill
Modesty mixed with being shy
The future is still ahead
There’s hope in the midnight sky

Parallel Parking In Time

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Parallel parking in time
You’ve got me braked on a hill
With a view of the bay
Though I think I’ve had my fill
No longer will I remain here
Must move to the forest floor
The city has shifted
Don’t feel the magic anymore

Fifteen Dollars & A Broken Jaw To Boot

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Fifteen dollars & a broken jaw to boot
Expanding cities complete with souls for sale
Government land, but it’s not something to own
Your identity stolen down a worn migration trail
Pushing eighty-five before the winter sun goes down
Desert road adventures through the land of the free
Missing midnight mass for its not yet that time
Rumors & hints of how much you really mean to me
Your voice remains dry after another weekend
Do you remember the faces of all those left undone
Our days pass on by in those decadent whispers
Though all our remaining years will pass by as one

Imperial City Coins Clink In Your Pocket

  

Imperial city coins clink in your pocket
Orwellian flaws litter winter’s landscape
Thick fisherman’s sweater to fight the cold
Feigning steps upon the tragic lady’s cape
Black soot marring the evening sky
Told her you were king of Earth, not the salt
Misdirection will only get you so far in life
Lies & deception will still remain your fault

Ponderosa Pine / Vanilla Latte

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Ponderosa pine / vanilla latte
Gravensteins falling from my eyes
New world ideals coming to roost
Spring’s leaves rustle up & die
Nature overcoming this city life
Count a penny twice before you call
She could have been a shining beauty
Left alone with nothing to do but bawl
The mountain stands watch by night
Stoic wagon-wheels to be forever spared
Dealing with relics & antique china
Listening, but never knew you cared
Revisiting vast ideas in the flames
Savor my kiss, for they will be few
(I don’t know) how to talk to single women
You’ll be self-indulgent when you’re through

Outlawed Poets Writing Of Things We Cannot Discuss

Outlawed poets writing of things we cannot discuss

Hiding out from society for all these years

Push them further away from anything real

They’re no longer human, those aren’t real tears

Becoming everything you never wanted to be

When did you become the instrument of all this pain

Working the outskirts of the foreign cities

You’re gonna be lost when it finally starts to rain

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