Seeking Malibu

Seeking Malibu           5/31/2017

I am not the only one

Who has driven this road

Half way home

And half way dead.

Chasing after a feeling

That you can never attain

The euphoric high

Perfect and sublime.

The peaceful feeling

Like driving a Malibu

Head tilted back

The wind in your face.

Others have searched

But only a few have found

The glowing truth

That burns us away. 

They found her

On a bead

With vodka bottles

On the floor. 

Unmoving and still

And asleep in the air

Fully under

And fully out. 

Resting in a black hole

Somewhere out in space

Covered up

And alone. 

We may not

Know the reason

That God picks us up

Plucking us out

And making us whole. 

I poured it out

The clear poison of death

Down the drain

And into the mud.

And here I am

And here I remain

A stranger in a strange land

Straightened, fearful,

Humble and alive

We have all lived the moment

Those beautiful hours

Of jubilant sun

Laughing, joking

Perfect and free.

But those feelings

Slippery and rare

Cannot be replicated

By effort

Or demand.

So we fall backwards

Trying to recreate

The painless bliss

Of false reality. 

And many are those

Who chased them to death

Seeking more and more

Into madness

And despair.    

Vacant empty

Dirty and dead

Unable to cope

And unable to rise. 

This world is harsh

And this world is cruel

Chewing us up

Body and bones. 

Sharp ,glaring

Heavy and hot

As we all seek solace

However we can. 

God is good

So I pray for their souls

At long last understood

And safe. 

I drive down the road

In a clean white sedan

Perfect and free

With nothing at all. 

As good as I could ask

This peace of mind

Thankfully saved

In the nick of time.