Free Cee a Dusty Old Hurt Road

A DUSTY OLD HURT ROAD I was steering my car in an un-alert mode While driving down an old dirt road My auto was making clouds out of dust While I was doing that which I must My hands grasped firmly the wheel Tightly so as to feel To feel as I’ve never felt before As the dust tried to even the score I arrived in the state of Arizona in a state of disarray The multi-colored neon lights all seemed gray The dust had blurred my vision with insistence As I rode down a road with death in the distance In Phoenix I felt dead with a head formed of lead As I lay aching and sobbing in a cheap motel bed I am now where the word “where” means nowhere And nothing about this land is ever clear Everything is in shadows hidden well away And “nowhere” becomes everywhere I ever stay My situation is dire and dustiness pervades As even the grayness of neon eventually fades I hear them speaking to me loud as thunder Those whose thumbs I am forever under The powerful people with class and clever conversation The regal ones lacking soul and any correct information Phoenix faded behind me but not so the dust As I continued to do those things I must Following the commands of a still small voice Granted no alternative and absent of choice That small voice was grown when as a child was I Growing older meant rules and regulations to defy I was raised in an alley with my bedroom the street And only fellow rebellions to befriend and to meet I was a scrawny baby sparrow tossed from the nest I was a mosquito, an itch once can’t scratch and a pest Uptown brings me down and downtown deems depression As midtown is mired in mayhem while silence is in session In the appendix of the city is where I now reside An unessential and dispensable organ of a city that lied I’ve existed ed in places where living is a heavy load And alas, I ran over and killed a man back on that old dusty road © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~