Highway 99

Highway 99,
highway of dreams,
newly built
on the outskirts of
Houston.
Highway unseen,
flows through small towns:
Cypress, Richmond, Katy.

Highway 99,
highway serene,
breathe in
heaven’s air.
Purple clouds dance
against barres of sunbeams.

Speeding at
eighty miles an hour
flying
at light speed.
Hum of the engine puts me to sleep.
Ra Ra Riot reverberates
through the speakers.
Sound waves of
guitar and violins
brush the side of my knee.

But despite
renewal,
freshness,
the real life still-life,
vultures loom.
Patient, perched
upon the lamp posts,
hungry, unaware,
without a care
for my glee
on Highway 99.

-Alexander P. Garza

Fan Blades

Fan blades drooping
Sad and brooding
Over the red-checkered
Tablecloth
Overhead

This beer stares back at me
Half empty
And my mind wanders
Through pathways of reason,
Dreams, and seasons.

Each blade alone,
Unknowingly home,
Hopes to move,
Live outside
His home.

If it could
Look back toward
His family of blades,
Each one could
Hope to find
Its strength,
His source.

Oh, fan blade drooping,
Spewing out talk on the fly.
Just more noise
For your family to survive.

But what of that?

They don’t mind sometimes,
They’ll give you time,
Just don’t expect
The world to subside.

Fan blade drooping,
I’ll fix you,
Or die trying.

Sometimes a new you helps bring the old you up to speed in each new world.

Hope

Hope is on the way.
Hope is when people leave their lives to chance.
Hope is intangible.
Hope can be used sparingly.
Hope should be used sparingly. Sparrow.
Narrowly.
Psh. Hope. I hope hope quits leading me on, and starts putting its money where its mouth is.
Hope hope gets a life, because it’s
Eating mine up.
I hope hope quits saying one thing, then doing nothing.
Hope is dope.
Sometimes.
Don’t obsess. Hope should be used Sparingly.
Don’t let it rack your brain.
Epoh.
Hope.
Hope is just a bitter waiting game.
Hope is what you’re forced into while
In between life events.
But hope,
Sometimes,
Hope is all you have.