~Basin and Range~
Bows of sunken warships breach the silent sagebrush valleys,
thrust skyward along cottonwood filled canyons and spiny couloirs,
a dirt road splayed across the sunbaked earth, fingerprints on a cracked palm.
A plume of red dust erupts behind a blaze of red, a pickup truck en route to god's country.
Bluest blue rises to meet a ridgecrest, lodgepole pines that cling to rock and the elements, determined to make a place here. I have come so far to get home, but this emptiness loses itself
in the nothingness of forever. You lure me across an endless plain, born on the horizon line of the desert, past a cow, a barn, a fenceline, a lifestyle. Creases in the unbroken West set against a sky with no borders; why have I not met you earlier, when indeed,
I found myself.
~Windowsill~
Dark winter, snow's bright, please stay here, tonight. Some things last forever, some things last for never, just like the windowsill, silent, brooding light spills over the whitewashed edges to my bed, the day beckons, but for what? Sleep is too scary, alone with my thoughts and the covers, naked under the windowsill, the light reflects off the bright white snow.
~Hitchin~
Thumbin' up the Redwood Coast, never been the type to boast,
the stubble tickles the scar under my chin, guess against nature we can't always win.
Fell into a crevasse up in the those wild mountains in B.C, 6 weeks wired shut sure ain't easy.
Taught me a thing or two about humility. Throw my pack in the back of your truck, guess I don't really give a fuck, rules and expectations they fade each day like the sun, never thought the road would be this fun. And I don't wanna cry my whole life through, yeah I wanna do some laughin too, so meet me up in Arcata, Moonstone Beach, I'll be skippin' stones dig my toes into the sand and rest my bones, the world only makes you weary if you close your soul.
~All these people aren't like you~
All these people aren't like you.
You sit near me, just a row behind, working of your computer, click click clack swift keyboards strokes, I don't know you but I can tell your so damn smart, maybe not super smart, but kind, your smile makes me embarrassed for even thinking about how much I like you, don't even know you, oh, and your gorgeous, hot is a mediocre adjective for your perfect dirty blonde hair and brilliant eyes, we had a brief conversation, I knew you wanted to talk to me, you were curious at least, don't know if you play for my team but you've thought about it, I know that at least, or else our conversation, wouldn't have been nearly as deliciously awkward. I should have asked your name. I should have asked your number. I should have asked that we leave and go directly to my place and do things that don't need to be mentioned here. But I'll see you on Tuesday. Oh, Tuesday, too far away, also too soon, cuz I'm already nervous thinking of seeing you, tired or stolen glances that cover my lust with feigned indifference, I'm a master of corny romanticism and non-reciprocal crushes, but I'm a pretty cool cat too, you see that, your intrigued, I care about how I look, but so do you, and I think we both share a little humility and sense of place in the world that brings things back, into focus. I love you and I don't even know you. But maybe that's just love.
