Wandered for years, chasing in vain such a harsh one
till I pushed her away and left her to waste in the wild sun
Had to escape, so I packed up and left for the ocean
and where I go today: what’s to find waiting for me?
I called up a friend and said to surrender his hard life
so we hopped in the car, driving through towns in the dark night
Then came the dawn, made it down to Big Sur with our tired eyes
and where we came today: what’s to find waiting there
deep in the woods where we rambled along?
Death, in the trails of a crumbling log
To think, that will someday be me
withered and done, to be dirt for the trees forever
Sunday night, in our hotel room in Monterey
I could smell the smoke looming—
a cigarette, a heavy heave of air into your chest
I will call you friend till the fleeting of my days
Sunday night, at a bar along the Cannery
after just a quip or two
I heard him say he would shove that barstool in your face
but I’ll defend you, friend, till the fleeting of my days
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