ox and axle

[doesntmatter]

theres three thousand miles left to go and the earth is spinning the sun behind the horizon
the dusk leaves a burnt orange carpet as flat as it can be until it can't stand it, it stands.
the land breaks towards the drowned purple sky and thats where we are going.
the move is slow and the wagon begins to whine.
"this crawl, this crawwwl" it squeals at the ox lumbering ahead
collapsing with each step, mouth chewing, eyes opened but glazed
nothing more than a sore engine. it hears and feels nothing. and everything passes it by.

axles are hot, boiling on the inside
they decay faster from the inside out.
oxen can't tell time or count.
no matter how many steps they take,
they rarely move in time to place.
the ox keeps his chin to the ground.
the axle seems to grin at the sound
of cracking whips and ox's pain
all these things remain the same.

 

[New]

Very powerful...I'm guessing part of you can relate to feeling used up without seeing the meaning behind it. Or am I mistaken?

 

[doesntmatter]

i was actually just messing around with writing a bit. then i decided to throw some characters in (ox and axle). the ox was the drugged up burnout stereotype. the axle was the wound up workaholics that look down on them.

still working on it. like i said i just sat down and wrote for a few minutes and ended with this.

and yes, i can see aspects of both in myself in varying degrees.

 

[New]

Well, I'm glad you got something out of messing around writing for a bit. I find that just sitting down and writing usually ends up with some pretty interesting conclusions.

I'm sure I don't need to tell you to keep it up.:D

 

[KeisaCheeba]

digging the imagery

 

[Ghost_of_Caress]

Wow. If this is what you came up with while "messing around", I can't wait to read what you turn out when you get serious. This puts my early work to shame.