Pete the poet

America

The desert gas station

Blasted by sun with sand

Lifts the eye from out of the ground,

250 miles across Arizona,

The day has melted down,

Cooling the engine while legs are stretched

Looking out across the savannahs

Wondering how wide the sky is

            Why we never have the clouds visit ...

Coasting towards the sierras

Blinded by the light

Seeking our horizons wanting a brief respite,

We are near the motel

Or are those lights another dream,

The next morning

The searchers’ arms wrapped

Themselves around the car

As I sped

Head

Long

Into another session of driving –

Though breathless we are diving

Through sunlight, dryness jiving

For the ache of travel

Is the ache of searching

Despite the spectacular surrounding

The greyness of not finding

Is the lead weight of expectation.

The desert high jinx swallowed me whole

The smiling spirit of the plateaus

Point a wary finger at shimmering hotel bars

My mind’s eye pierces this nonsense

As we cruise at 60 mph

As we search for the road covered in sand

As we dissect this moonscape land

As the spirit of desert puts out its huge hand

Feeling the forced of circumstance

Knowing the journey to be wise.

I’m able to ignore the reluctance,

Give out each day so much more.

We glide across Arizona

We sweep into the Texas range

For help is always around me,

Never once did I find this strange.

Listening to Chuck Berry

On the local radio

We swing across the highways

With no particular place to go?

We Jim Reeves into Huntsville.

We have come

Listening we’ve always done

To the sound of distant drums.

The electric man was asked to go

The gas man not allowed

We meet the medic

With the devil in his hand.

The smile of death was in his head

As he administered midazolam

Plus the last rites into those –

Who in their dread

In their prostrate stranglehold

Struggled no more,

The Lord’s work for sure

Yup the comfort of only doing what is right

With God on your side

You can drug the murderer outta sight.

With The Move drumming out its sound

I’m a California Man

We swing our journey to the Golden State

Lifting the murky carpet high

We have the electric date

Of – let’s see ‘em when they fry.

The love and peace of Frisco

Seems like a pathetic disco

Where the decks have exploded

The discs were made of ice

Sizzle ye your citizens

But not at all very nice

For although God is on your side

It’s the other side you have to abide

Listen not ye to duty’s fame

Watch out for damnation’s flame

As you – American kill off the lame

Electrocute gas hang shoot shoot up

Unrelenting God’s work

Revenge, bathing in blood

The downfall of empires

Sent from above.

You who have killed love

You who drink the blood

You who deny the spirit

Your rewards are centuries away,

You reap only what you sew

Watch out when you go

For you’re dealing in death

Won’t let you go.

Your duty to the State

Will diminish your own fate

You will return to this Earth

Stay here till you have learnt

The wisdom and love

Of the Universe

Not getting out of the plane

As we touch down again

In the middle of Arizona desert

For all I can see through the sweat

Are plateaus, sand and blazing skies

I’m bored by the red and blue

But I’m buoyed by the coming hue

That reflects the ancient eyes.

Oh Arizona!

Your Indian braves

Your men and women of fame

Have a pocketful of stars

Give us this day our daily blame

Forgive us our stupidity

As we forgive those

That are stupid towards us

And lead us not into execution

Deliver us from duty

For thine is the kingdom

The Power and the glory

Forever and ever

For all men.