Posts tagged ‘cars’

May 14, 2017

get away from it all (mn state parks)

Minnesota state parks do it for me,
like Prozac for some. And less
expensive, and less expensive counseling.
You know you always need to come back
to get better, to pay the doctor,
to make sure the pills are working…
For this i just need a sticker, it’s $25 dollars
and there are no commercials or brochures.
This is better: the ca-chunck of a cold can,
the wetted splash of a distant paddle,
waves calmly lapping my naked feet
in May waters of the St Croix.
here, i think Minnetonka moccasins
should be call Dominican Republic moccasins;
because that’s where they are made, really.
(please see the label for their local status.)
i found my sister’s pot-of-gold lure mimic’d,
twisted it on, threw it out: caught nothing
but a buzz and rocks and sun.
Line gone, line spun, line done.
Watched a lady smell pine sap
her dog lashed to a leash nigh,
she covertly hid her keys on her tire,
as we watched,
and she played Bob Dylan on a ukulele
before the slowly coming dusk.
i watched a child just hang in an ergo baby all day.
i saw the light cut through.
Drank liquids from an orange Nalgene.
Saw the reflection off brown current
cause camera obscura on some island bark,
made my pole dance and my eyes hurt too.
Still i got no fish… not even a bite.
Names cut to rock with metal or twig
in hearts to prove they love, maybe still.
More sap on the pine–i want a whiff too.
i’ll tell you something true.
Once, i wrote a good poem here for a class
that didn’t care. It was about killing bugs. Should have
read the other one comparing me to Picasso–it didn’t matter.
MN state park days are the best to get away.
my shoulders turned a shade of red
and they do label me a shade of white.
Been black and blue, purple, green and yellow too.
my mind thought about what the sign meant
as vessels drifted by, people yelling.
looking for their open sites, theirs.
neosavages, these: European, free, socially aware,
middle-class, their Prius’s and Subarus parked,
tents popped up, foraging in rented canoes,
life vests and manufactured paddles. Pointing like pioneers.
We are still too close to the city i suppose
And the DNR’s new 100 percent reserve policy
on all the good campsites
has them coming in intellectual droves
and this time they bring science not god,
(well at least some.)
Cutting out the day-tripper maybe-stayers in their prime!
Not sure what is worse…
How does a regular guy get away from it all anyway?

January 29, 2017

2am in our new neighborhood

fast, here is defenestrated glass
and her shrill sudden screams;
here is me sitting bolt upright,
there came my curtailed dreams…

*

(to the front of the house.)

May 2, 2015

Between Wisconsin and Minnesota, an evening interstate

Here I sit, fast going on an evening interstate drive,
as all the world is turned an end-day blur.

The convertible top was dropped
as the dripping moon strutted in high heavens
to flash each blemish loved,
outline each scar deep, detailed,
a desirable waning pale—the color of a tooth ache.

Cheese curd grease and fish guts lingered in the broad smiles
of each captured moment, of each phone in hand.

Hair in the air, messed,
as familiar ghosts styled each malleable strand,
I wonder if they could smell the product on their hands.

Blue Lake came rippled shining,
bending slight the reflection of dusk’s
passing azule.

Comforting speeds blew ears quiet,
as the Chrysler’s engine hummed
at a stoplight break, loved ones in tow.

The car went as we waved to neighbors
and backyard exhibitionists.

There was a police car and prom.
There were city fires burning.
There was a quiet green village turning dark.

I am JFK,
I am in horn-rimmed luxury,
vantage,
I am sitting,
surrounded by everything that I am.

I am first world problems burdened
—too full to starve, too apathetic to cry.

An extended stomach,
a dented head,
beer burps,
and you were in Mexico playing,
as the world passed on.

November 28, 2014

Every Story has a Companion

It’s really easy
To look at one side of a story,
And to be affected
By just that one side.

But what I’ve found throughout the years,
Hours of thought,
Hard-work,
And beers-

Is that more often than not, that one side of the story is not alone.

Words and interpretation are never the exact
Same,
Objective,
Way.

Except for apparently in America,
In August, last week, right now, and today.

November 16, 2014

Snowscape

This Snowscape so quiet;

Not a bird,
Not a car,
Not a sound…

Whiteness covers the world,
Layering atop the frozen ground.

July 8, 2014

Triple Double

we used to go to The Triple Rock on Tuesdays- every Tuesday;

they had 2-4-1’s:
two drinks for the price of one- natürlich,

we would stay late, dancing and sweating, and trying to get laid…

it was a spectacular spectacle, an idea with appeal; drink one-self half-silly,
amongst those of a similar age demographic,
-get lucky,
then attempt to maneuver treacherous city streets
on bike, in cars or cabs,
home.

the whole thing ended rather abruptly when a few kids couldn’t handle their liquor, words, and fists.

a fight broke out into the street,
under cigarette smoke, dim streetlamps, smell of stale beer in the air,
and the big kibosh was put on the entire coveted evening, the whole event was OVER.

the deal had turned into somewhat of a deal-breaker, and this was way before the wounds of those street-fighting kids  had healed;

egos and all.

so, what two things did we learn here?
if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is, and nothing lasts forever.

March 10, 2014

(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes/ Relatively Obscure

(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Relatively Obscure;

But Only Now,

This year

 

(Must’ve been the Weather)

 

Thoughts at present

Winter resentment

 

(Had to’ve been a Tasteless Pleasure)

 

Summertime

And

Rhymed lines

 

Blank verse

And

Mini-skirts

 

Beer on a deck

And

Sunburns that hurt

 

Been stuck-inside-life

And

There’s nothing worse

 

Darkest before the light

And

Patience makes all the worth

 

(Blinded by the light-eyesight)

 

Times in the Midwest

With the new season we’ll wear less for dress:

 

Abandon bundles…

Step through Puddles…

 

Avoid Potholes and Passive Aggressive Mumbles.

 

We still (always) look forward to the warm days ahead,

Sunlight makes it easier to leave the bed.  

January 23, 2014

American Excess

The things we do

New tattoo cool

 

Trendy trading sexes

Serious life decisions

 

Free times we live in

We all need an intervention

 

What happened to happy with self?

Forget what I’ve mentioned

 

In good health

Struggle to get out of the haus

 

Make a statement

Cut from local cloth

 

Parts of the pavement

Thoughts we’ve engaged in

 

That which we’ve lost

 

Success:

American trivial astonishment

Humble in this jungle

Exhale smoke

Wash the sex with soap

 

Moments at the bar to recollect

Just out of respect

 

Death

Drugs

Expensive car wrecks

 

Celebrity intellect (what’s that?)

 

Rock and Roll

Hand prints in wet cement

 

What they expect (?)

Reluctant when stressed

 

Ich bin immer…

 

This is what an idiot looks like

Plenty to view in this modern societal zoo

 

Don’t feel bad

-Ya know, I’m there-you too?

 

All the best,

American regret

 

***

 

Life is hard for some

I’m more worried about my walk to school in the present tense…

October 11, 2013

Alternative Transit

Alternative Transit,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

How pleasant travel moves my eyes,

Through a wooded forest in SE Minneapolis to my surprise,

 

Sunshine in the day, some will hardly realize;

Sights we pass along this ride.

 

Past vacant Fair grounds with the brightest of blue skies.

A wise man once told me the secret to long life is about walking and using your mind.

 

A transit I had not thought possible, now I go too.

How do you get around, I have to ask you.

 

As many take their personal independent gas-guzzling wagons, others, > take a more proactive approach.

 

I hear people say,

“I can’t,

I won’t,

It’s impossible,

I just don’t.”

These minor things, inconveniences they call obstacles.

Look at me; I am sure it’s untrue-this is plausible.

 

They ride day to day, every place, here and there, every which way.

All helter-skelter, running from the weather for shelter,

It kind of adds excitement to your day.

This adds greater perspective, by adding a different way.

 

Bike, walk, run, wander, hike, bus, or taxi today.

 

So much of the city is hidden from the safe and possessive view of your four-wheeled all going vehicle.

Most won’t welcome change,

Even if it is just a little.

 

 

February 28, 2013

NOW

I see you are clearly starting to plant your ubiquitous presence in my heavens.

 

Art and Stone alone block the outside view of Winter.  Wind blows on an old building.  Places we’ve been together: with you-us two.

 

My shirt says, Snow Shoe Brew, My feet are Boots.

 

We used to kick the ground around this town.

Used to live to love, looking above at the stars.

 

Nothing has changed.

Watching cars and buses from afar.

 

Forgetting the days, planning our ways.  In the future-wish again, what have we missed my friend?

Not much.  Not how.  We have Now.

 

Again, old fashioned statement of life’s placement.

I think as we walk, kiss, and say goodbye.

 

She goes away like she first said “Hi” and walked into my life.