have it yr own way
(car sliding down Big Sur at black night)
Sketches on a ceiling
Sketches on a ceiling
Coming from the anchors in the ceaseless sky
Coming from the anchors in the ceaseless sky
Wide open justice for the impartial wanderer
Wide open justice for the impartial wanderer
Just to break thru to slide down an impossible trail
Just to break thru to slide down an impossible trail
Till then the take-care-of-business Sea
Till then the take-care-of-business Sea
Rushes on to draw away any swerves unaware
Rushes on to draw away any swerves unaware
off to the left,
off to the left,
the vastness
the vastness
to the right –
to the right –
loneliness…
loneliness…
An old gallo wino i picked hiking at Blyth
An old gallo wino i picked hiking at Blyth
Agreed sadly:
Agreed sadly:
“Loneliness is what wrecks a mans soul”
“Loneliness is what wrecks a mans soul”
"Sticks a blunt pin in his balloon–
"Sticks a blunt pin in his balloon–
no deposit–
no deposit–
no evacuation
no evacuation
Then where is the Woman to hide around?
Then where is the Woman to hide around?
The hair to crawl inside of and make a nest from?
The hair to crawl inside of and make a nest from?
Just that cycle,
Just that cycle,
Vacuum
Vacuum
Irreplaceable,
Irreplaceable,
Must be stuck together
Must be stuck together
If not, ragged solitude-
If not, ragged solitude-
Then only Blues remain,
Then only Blues remain,
to be counted
to be counted
multiplied
multiplied
then withered down
then withered down
until raw flesh is the only surface
until raw flesh is the only surface
left rough and bleeding,
left rough and bleeding,
not much hope
not much hope
for regeneration,
for regeneration,
rebirth
rebirth
So this is a helpless story of dying,
So this is a helpless story of dying,
Sliding down Sur at Black Night
Sliding down Sur at Black Night
No turn signals
No turn signals
To bolt from some straight ahead direction
To bolt from some straight ahead direction
One must plunge on to define the only direction left
One must plunge on to define the only direction left
Pass– slide to whatever rhythm, that and nothing more,
Pass– slide to whatever rhythm, that and nothing more,
This exact measure of existing life
This exact measure of existing life
Found once inside a first gear ride
Found once inside a first gear ride
Straight down a falling mountain.
Straight down a falling mountain.
Big Sur
8/12/73