Cool, full moon fueled autumn air at night. Smoke in the air, not just from my own cigarette, but from the scorched earth in California.
It created an aura of fuzz around the celestial bodies slowly pinwheeling above me.
Above the far away hiss of freeway noise I heard it drifting like a spirit – sad, forlorn.
The sound of Taps being played. I stood, pulling an occasional drag, listening – sad and forlorn, for the fallen.
Watercolor smears bright on dark night canvas to show black the door. Stars fade, smog bands blend and rise with noise of a hundred thousand hungry industrial animals hitting tires down on the freeway.
I belt in, bend the key, torture my ride to life, blink the lights open and grind it into motion.
Go.
Little time passes.
Four [...]
*Repost from Moab, UT*
Friday night I walked down the stairs to have a smoke. I could smell the pool, hear the pool equipment behind the door legibly labeled “Pool Equipment” (Important note…it was not a meat grinder like I first thought). The last flight down I reached into my pocket to pull out the aforementioned [...]