I watch the drone screens flying over the I-10.
Yours is a soul with a brand.
The oldest and most persistent archetypes gnaw at us.
He walks these parts without his coat.
O how I love Midsummer’s Night.
With sauced goose and deviled ram.
We are so headstrong when our dreams are unfastened from reality.
Left my heart there long ago.
Like they are whitewater rafting through the silver screen.
Alone on time’s highway…