HAZE.

 Flaming River Gorge, Wyoming

(headed south west)

Bare Skin & Sage Brush

The pungent fragrance 

lures her off the highway to heal.

It is there she'll shed her skin, 

ever so similar to the Prairie Rattlesnakes 

amongst her.

The heavy haze holding her spirit prisoner

is forced out with her clear mind,

As she transforms out of fine dust n smoke,

The desert haze knows to meet the horizon.

"we will shed many skins &a we will learn many a times"

-L

ROCKET DREAMS.

  Tennessee & side of the road abandoned amusement parks,

before the tourist hell hole I like to call Pigeon Forge.

You know, 

Mock titanic ships,

upside down haunted houses, 

Giant gorilla's scaling crooked towers with beaming red eyes.

I still think about this burnt red whip, 

but I doubt even the finest elbow grease of all my mechanic-man friends could get it's engine up and running. 

What I was more interested in, was the rocket ship. 

 After 9 hours or so on flat highway cut with corn, 

I would rather just dip out to the moon.