design your own container garden

i took to the highway

went out to pico-crenshaw

old friends

old friends

i took to the highway

the highway took to me like a second

skin

rolled around in the evening

circling like a buzzard

trouble in mind

excavating the space we left behind

yes i took trinkets with me

left them by the crater

here ghosts

old ghosts

smelled all the chlorine

i took the low road

where the light was just right

crawled around in the glowing

all embracing wreckage

sunburned and snow-blind

excavating the space we left behind