Poeticalities

Well, I've been at my parent's house in Maryland for over a week now. The road trip has officially ended.

I only posted once, and then added some photos. [weak sauce] I just couldn't leave it like that. But I didn't want to simply recount the trip for you here, post after post.

1) Because with some of you, I've already done that in person.

2) It just felt like a dry and stale way to relive the experience and put it out into the world to be shared. As I retell my stories, they seem to lose steam, lose their glimmer. Which, to me, is a sign I need to work on my storytelling.

Anyways, I decided to share with you what I wrote while driving in the hopes that I could capture some of that spirit of adventure and open-ended travel wavespray that I was creating then.

Most of this was written in Nevada. The 2nd morning of the trip. Long, flat, lonely, open roads.

[If you don't like reading poetry, lets call this "flammalammadingdong."]

Looking for Ways to Put My Feet Down in this World

Desert sky.

I lay under this black bowl with holes.

What's behind it? Oh no,

Its stars. Each come from furthur away than I am from the sun.

Feel myself comin' undone.

Get up with the sunrise so I can beat those sleeping in.

Wouldn't want them to find what I'm lookin for before I do.

Although it'd be nice if they gave me a hint on where its at.

Been in the rain forest so long I got

Soggy Bones Syndrome.

Dry out in the high desert,

see this great country on my way home.

Silver mines and trains.

Open sky flies a bird of prey.

Afternoon sun is low in October days.

Mountain peaks I can' t reach

'cause I'm in the valleys on the highways.

My wanderin' heart is full of joy.

I'm just a boy.

Maybe I'll paint a picture someday, of these hills.

Reaching for someway to extend this feeling

and soothe my ills.

This desert needs some rain

I think I'll cry a little

Let the Hitchikers and Ravens share my pain

Wish it was 6am again

I'd get up with the Sun

Have one more chance to start fresh

away from old habits

Breathless

You appear from the dark night

and stand

above my resting place.

A ghost of my world but

not this world.

I try to yell but my voice is muffled.

You've extinguished.

Oh! There's a ghost outside my tent!

I breathed him to life

I can see his dark outline.

I breathed him to life and his breath

sounds like mine.

I can hear his breath

it sounds just like mine,

sounds just like mine.

His breath is mine! its mine its mine its mine.

Its my breath.

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The greatest surefire cure for gloom and depression is adventure.

"If you wanna leave you just gotta do it." So once said a good friend of mine.

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...now that i look over my notes, maybe I'll have one more post after this.

Happy Halloween!