May 2011
1 post
the long ride
into the hills to escape adventure, venturing the heights for pleasure
northbound and bent to be back on the hull of this hollow pipe
tempered by rage and obedience
i’m coming home with new skin tuned to the worries of the lost
tearing, soul of my childhood where the knife’s edge kept on
past mother mountain—landings the launching pads
tops of trees the view
slow, clip...