Friday, August 05, 2016

i need to wake up
but i can't wake up
but i must get up
in ensenada

a hot bed and a fly
that keeps landing

crawling on my leg
while inside i have
a physical chemical
so so so so so so so

the hotel room
twisted sheets

killing me with a fly
and a hot white room
in mexico hotel
with the staff waiting

last night was so fun
so much promise

i'd even cry
but everything hurts
so i go into a dream
that does not hurt
of giant colors

flying with an
umbrella
in one hand and a bible
in the other

and i'm clean
and good

flying
over all

of ensenada






2 comments:

Deborah Carmichael said...

Suitably complex visual release with hope.

CM said...

I was listening to Lyle Lovett's "The Road to Ensenada" and it reminded me of the time of being there under similar circumstances ....