California or bust.
Cruising the Mother Road,
guided by Arizona skies.
Soaring with the Eagles,
ZZ Top, and Dr. Hook.
Laughing with hitchhikers,
like long-lost friends.
Waving out the window,
to Albuquerque wind.
Strawberry wine, french kisses,
love on the horizon.
Smell of freedom,
between dust and rain.
Life never felt so Grand,
Wednesday 16th December 2020 2:59 am
Mind spinning faster than a cyclone.
Do this, do that ad infinitum.
Worry about things beyond my control
until the scowl line blinds my third eye.
Waste life surfing the net,
following every link that promises to take me higher,
faster, farther than the languid loop of my existence.
Why does it never seem enough?
I long to escape the stoic-ease,
walk hand-in-hand among redwood t...
Tuesday 6th August 2019 7:26 am