Memphis & 53rd Poem by Nathaniel Graves

We laid on the
Floor of the
Desert...
...I could barely sleep...
But...
The man in the black car,
With a man in the back seat...
Drove the miles of a
Drifting man;
The time
Of a timely man -
Drained -
For the black car
Floors the desert,
Laid...
Sleeping the sands,
Quietly overturning
The time they gave...
Just...
Briskly sweeping
The moments,
Momentless...
I couldn't help but
Lay
On the cold moon,
In the heat of the
Desert...
But the man...
And his back seat...
Of the...
Car...
Black...
The wretched filth
Of the man that sat...
His eager;
His ego;
His power...
I could never escape it...
And as I awake in this
Cold sweat,
I find myself,
Lying next to
Her...
In the heat of this
Desert;
On the floor of this
Sea -
This ocean of sand -
And...
The man in the black car,
A Buick,
The cruelty stared
As the headlights
Yelled,
And the man
Shown.
The back seat,
Comfortable with
Death,
But laced with a certain
Conformity...
I did comply,
But with the
Imagination of my
Perfect compilation...
The life I chose -
Destined to end -
I lied next to her
On the floor
Of this desert...
But with a different
Thought on mind...
Thought..?
No thought,
Only devotion...
She had left me
Before I had awoke,
Amongst that cold sweat...
And the black car,
It drove as the man willed,
Away from the desert;
Away from her death;
Away from mine...

-4/22/2010-