Ode to Home
Overdue books ad foodbank meals
i miss San Francisco reds and my backyard mountains
tremulous wind progressions and the scent of languorous mornings with coffee and life wide awake.
I miss October evenings when the soft grey drifts down and the cool comes caressing like a woman's hand on a tired forehead.
I miss my youth and it's defiance and the words I read and what they meant.
I want the secrets of traveling for days without borders and to reverse the spin of the earth on it's
This dumpster was amazing;I'd often found throwaways of the big liter bottles they ship syrup with codiene to pharmacies in. Because of the consistency of it there would always be an ounce or two in the bottle they didnt get out. I'd get 2 or 3, spatula scrape out the good, make some szrrrp, put on DJ screw and get faded.