BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

Calipooya in the moonlight as I eat my Ramen
Breeze flowing with the scent of propane lighting my 10x6
Rain gently hitting the nylon rainfly as I settle in for the night
In the distance 228 roars by to a different time frame
At home the ninos y nina work on dinner and worry about papa
What a twisted set of values we have brought up on our world
I am in a world far from reality but yet this is my world that I have made for me
It is my dream my fantasy my nightmare my pillow my blanket my reality
How far have I drifted from Siagon from Shiraz from Corydon from Santa Fe
Where did my future take me when I was 12 or 24 or 40 or 61
Where is that hookaa that mota wrapped in white paper, hashish so delish
Now I have a new roomie in the tent on the Calipooya so quiet with out rushing
A soft fawn of my own making with eyes like the sky on a clear blue morning
Displaced and mis directed like a deer caught in the headlights of a fast moving engine
Sweet and lovely with just enough green chili inside to fight off the demons outside
Calipooya with it's slow moving current ever moving like it's Mother water to the ocean
I am like this river, this changing body form sometimes clear and sometimes muddy
Sometime turbulent when the storms of winter rail against the banks of it's containment
Yet life sustaining to all that draw nurishment from within it's ancient headwaters
Yes here I am resting on the shoreline taking refuge from the storms of my life