Nostalgia

I feel so alone on the road
Not lonely,
lonely is a terrible word
A word associated with fear
with weakness
with pain


Behind the wheel, I am free
I have no worries
no doubts,
no fears,
no nothing

Inspired by a week of angst

(maybe not so much of an ode, but a tribute to the old man I want to emulate when (if) I ever manage to get his age)

Dickey, good sir you never fail
to inspire fear
in the hearts of the maintenance crew

The very fear the sound
your Toyota instills
is in fact
enough to provoke
even an hours worth of hard work.

Your spitter in one hand
and list of chores in the other
Staff have been known
...

Heart reaches out
Tenderly, delicately,
searching for any hint of
harm or threat
hidden in the advance

I tell it no
Get back in your
love-proof vest!
The world is dangerous

I have no need to
explain this
as it has been demonstrated
to Heart
by break
after break
after break

Still, Heart reaches out
wondering, watching,
pleading for a cause,
...

More specifically, mine.
(This is going to be a mumbo-jumbo of mechanic crap, so good luck staying interested.)

So, about a month and a half ago, my truck decided to make this scraping noise. I didn't know where it came from, so I continued driving. It didn't stop. However, every time I came to a complete stop, the entire front end would give a horrendous CLUNK! and the grinding would stop. So, I got home and started tearing **** off. Having no clue what it was, I tore ...

I wrote this (relatively) short story as a submission to my school literary magazine way back when. (I was fifteen, so that would be . . . four years ago? Five? Something like that. It was also before I knew better and thought falling in love would be cool.)

Out in the boondocks of Wyoming is a town that goes by the name of Pony. Nobody’s entirely sure where the name came from, but it’s there all the same. It’s a small town, not even big enough to have a population sign. Some ...