Sunday, December 9, 2012

Rock Meets Bone


My heart left home…
I was bad, bare, alone…
I found myself there
Where rock meets bone.

I went out on the road
With another load, hoping
Never to be known….I
Couldn’t forget, but I could
Try not to remember.

Truck stops, steaks and chops,
Stares and  trash talk, wading
Through just to keep going, trying
To see where rock meets bone.

2 Comments:

At December 9, 2012 at 2:28 PM , Blogger John Tischer said...

As close as I've come to a Yeats poem

 
At December 10, 2012 at 11:13 AM , Blogger John Tischer said...

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