have it yr own way
(a car slide down Big Sur black night)
(a car slide down Big Sur black night)
Sketches on a ceiling
Coming from the anchors in the ceaseless sky
Wide open justice for the impartial wanderer
Just to break thru
Slide down an impossible trail
Till the take-care-of-business Sea
Rushes in crashing away any swerves unaware
off to the left,
the vastness
to the right –
loneliness…
An old gallo wino i picked hiking at Blyth
Agreed sadly:
“Loneliness is what wrecks a mans soul
Sticks a blunt pin in his balloon”
no deposit-no evacuation
Then where is my Woman to shelter me?
Her hair to crawl inside and make a nest from?
Just that cycle,
Vacuum
Irreplaceable,
Must be stuck together
If not, ragged solitude
Then only Blues remain,
to be counted
multiplied
withered down
til raw flesh is the only surface
rough and bleeding,
with not much hope
for regeneration,
rebirth
So this must be a story of dying,
Sliding down Sur at Black Night,
No turn signals
To bolt away from a straight ahead direction,
One must plunge on then define the only direction left,
Pass– slide on whatever rhythm
That exact measure of one’s existing life
At once launched inside a first gear ride
Straight down a falling California mountain
Big Sur
8/12/73