houston tx

drinks under a cool southern sun in the afternoon, dogs and dust underfoot and a beautiful girl at the helm. things here are the sanest they could ever be, the monster is tempered by a shot at clear blue and the leaves overhead. i am falling asleep. i am falling asleep. and i only just noticed. why are the stakes made so much higher in paradise? the dying i loved, the living i loved, cannot make sense in a hole like this. good to pass through anyhow, maybe so that a little could rub off onto my shoes, and the dust of this dream could settle into my skin and sway me to sleep now and again. after i get the fuck out of here that is....