Tombstone and Back Again

 

Good Sign-Bad Sign

On my way to Tombstone

 

Puffy cotton clouds in the sky

Feeling dreamy as I drive

Witness swarming vultures

Circling

In the smoggy stratosphere

 

Floating Red Cellophane

Beautiful Trash

Whipped up through the under flow

Spinning wheels that agitate the litter

Lightning swiping by the blow

 

Little girl standing by the roadside

Tear in eye and rolling down her dirty cheek

Greasy Locks…Flip Flops

Soy lent dress of green

Following her line of sight…I spy

A beautiful fluffy cat

Twisted mangled in its splat

So sad I saw it

In a flash

As I continued with the ride

 

On and on and on I drive

I chase the sun into the night

Stars twinkle in twilight

3 perching crows-six light poles, in a row

Just to turn around and go back again

 

And there he is; The Transient

The Lonely guy…With his head hungover solo

I swear his neck is broke

Hate filled fans mock his stand by throwing things

 

French fries and swarming fly’s gather at his feet

Locked in thought he never sees the shock of maggots’ reality

 

I gaze and peer into my beer and wonder where he goes

With his roller suit case flight bag he drags from that dangling limb in tow

 

Turn around the dusty town-again I hit the road  

Bats flutter eating moths in pink and yellow haze

A giant owl, leads the way

In a ray, of my headlights beaming glow

 

Into the darkness I did drive

I drove I drove I drove

With eyes piercing

I push the envelope

Pedal burning through the floor and foot

Reaching out of body

Past the windshield

My spirit sails

Pushing onward through the blind and blacked out night

Right Past the premonitions

Now striving to arrive

To touch my destination

I only have…

One Goal

On the way home from Tombstone

 

 

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