Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 11,043 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

An Unconsolable Curiosity - Poem by Smoky Hoss

It's been nearly 30 years back
on some long forgotten and forlorn
New Mexico two lane blacktop;
I can still see
the violent dust rolling and rising,
the tractor trailer laying
on it's crippled side
badly smashed, like a cockroach
that had been
half stepped on, on
the drivers side.
I will never know
what was the cause,
speed, sleep deprivation, booze, poor judgement,
but, I cannot unknow
that drop in the gut feeling
of desolate despair,
a sense of lonely loss, of
something terribly unchangeable,
unfixable.
I wonder if the driver
right then and there,
where I was looking,
was already gone.
How many miles
did he need to drive to come
this way home?
How many must,
any of us as needs be,
drive to arrive?

Topic(s) of this poem: death


Comments about An Unconsolable Curiosity by Smoky Hoss

  • (4/4/2015 10:17:00 PM)


    Thoughts that will haunt the mind long after events do bring an unconsolable curiosity as our minds insist on dwelling on certain aspects of what we had seen and thought at the time. Images resonate in my mind, your imagery is superb! ! Great write! It deserves a 10 for sure. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (3/21/2015 5:22:00 PM)


    Haunting. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015



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