COACHELLA #2:
Cherry, Citrus, Sierra, 1, 3, 4. Aligator sticker, white truck,
chromium, ribbons of red-n-white on their bellies, fat rubber tyres
up close, smelling of crushed stuff & eternal miles. Radio surfing
on the 10 to remain sane. Traffic jammed for hours with festival
groovers, running through treacle. Propeller people dance in
desert winds, face into fabulous sunsets framed in rearview mirrors.
Did you take any photos & stuff?
Two mouths talking fast at breakfast. Mortality, the buffet.
The question is an early riser, timeless, patient, waits for no one,
takes who it wants & when. What’s my number? I miss you.
Home is a long way.
(K)
Wheel of life keeps turning. It’s raining and cold in Romford.
Cranial sacral therapy*
I miss you,what’syour number?
Just aswell we don’t know our numbers methinks….anyhoo…chilly over here…bring back some heat for our bones 🙂
I’ve never been so attracted to MySelf Before
❤