CANYONS
CANYONS
It’s easy to lose yourself
up in the California hills
with good friends,
no job
and a temperate breeze.
It’s easy to start to thinking
that just like your parents
you are here for the experience,
all inclusive, with no judgments,
free love, a heart out in search of transcendence.
But when that bearded man starts to play those wind chimes
and read those ten minute poems like
“Slipping, dripping, sliding, gliding, tick, tick, tick, into the
undulating nebulas of your minds eye…”
A quick line will be drawn
Between those willing to wear sandals for the remainder of this journey
And those just sticking around
in hopes that they might get to
fuck their neighbors’ wife
with no repercussions.