Feeling irresistibly restless.
I should move back to southern
California. There's no reason for the
turquoise stain on my
left index finger.
An Escape Plan:
Maybe a small portable Tahiti
that you carry around with you
wherever you go.
I never think about where you've been
although I often wonder where you are.
Some things just can't be explained
others absolutely shouldn't be explained at all.
Don't even try.
There are times when one must answer to a higher authority
(a quarter-pounder w/cheese).
The trees are thinking leafy thoughts
disrupted by the faintest breeze.
Hombre Secreto (by The Plugz)
blasting from the radio of a murdered-out '64 Malibu.
Three days later I'm still here
trying to find out what connects a leaky fountain pen
to an extended vacation
in the sun.