a hike in the hills
hidden in "crack in the ass"
beautiful and sad
not a car in sight
hear the hum of the street light
a distant dog barks
another cigarette
taking refuge on my porch
hiding from the sun
sit and crack a beer
get lost in the glowing fire
this is my midnight
drinking stolen wine
avenue ''e'' is quiet
a peaceful night walk
it is still dark out
i hear the first rooster crow
as i close my eyes
seriously high
another late canyon drive
san timoteo
warm desert darkness
high palm fronds rustle gently
memories of home
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