revolcadero

perdido.

when never again seems to be
about a day,
i have to believe
that i have become either really open minded,
or stubborn as hell.

considering the success
of the adventures that prompt this repeated promise
have been reduced to staggering
for miles
lost
on the mexican highways,
i have to lean towards the latter.
though the open minded side of me
considers the confusion
to be quite
a success.

no matter which i believe,
the falling sun always has a way,
of convincing me
to try
and try
again.

quite
the
spectacular
pusher.

s
u
n
.
.
.

dr. scholls

there is something comforting
about having your life's savings
in the form of a single bill
taped into the inside
of the bottom of your left shoe.

like a little arch support i mean.

dusty streets of la playa bonfil
call for an afternoon
of beers,
hazy sun,
stray dogs,
and a breeze,
just from
time
to
time.

a solution
for this immediate need
is flat
feet
for
me.

i am sure that a solution
to my ever dwindling
money
and insole
will come.

manana.

solo flight

the loneliest days are spent
whiling through mail
wandering bars
flipping the channels
driving long lost roads
into the soul of the land
through the columns of trees
as they recede into the black behind
the red of the taillamps.

the loneliest days
are earned
in much
the same
way.