Bolinas, A Deleted Message Poem by Joshua Bantum

Bolinas, A Deleted Message



The vast bridge stands barely seen,
A standing pin lost in the haystack,
But here we were crossing it,
Uncovering parts of it,
The first touch before dawn.

The city now vibrates from a distance,
Twitter-patted stars,
flakes of gold shifting in the murky fog,
each one drowning away under the horizen,
slowy dissapearing,
as we take the hill.

It's a useless hope that driving into the darkness
will change anything,
that in the ' unknown' lies
emotions i've forgotten.

It's sad now,
only because I haven't forgotten anything,
but rather,
remembered too much.

In between the constant paranoia
that we'll drive off this cliff into our tombs,
I remember everything,
but I fear I've enjoyed it all selfishly,
like this experience now,
and like every second of this life,
that we have chosen to live alone.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A city exists where the residents disassemble the signs leading you to it, It hides somewhere along highway 1. A number of 'famous' people have lived, and will continue to live by this small beach town. I was lucky enough to make it there on July 4th where a 'tug of war' game is held between that town, and it's neighbors in Stintson Beach. The rope is strung tightly between 30 or so men, on each side of the gapping lagoon that will eventually swallow the losers. A parade follows short after that, and then after, a party of alcohol-deprived visitors walk happily to the beach, which is less than a half of a mile away. The whole event was mystical, every individual happier than the next, and no drama seemed to be lurking inside some bottled-up egotistical asshole. The place was a cult, no sense of unhappiness could be found, and maybe because of my own sleep deprivation, or, the constant intoxication, I felt content as well. Either way, I wrote this poem on the way out of town, I had no idea what lay on the other side of that sunrise as we were leaving San Francisco at 2am, but when I fell to sleep on the beach during the sunrise, I knew I didn't expect what followed.
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