pouringdown

imagine
the desert being so
vast and full of passing
letters and joshua trees in sunset
there

the bleeding hands somehow permeated
through
and i suppose
that you then turned right and went 1512
more miles ahead

in a barrage of coloured alphabeticals
in the night
wishing to be a tad synaesthete or
just driving in the desert too

here
it is just grey
in nuances for he moment and
although i already mounted the winter tyres
temperature remains above
usual levels
here

[what a fine drive! the flow works fine, evne though it remained b/w for me…thanks for sharing]

The star just barely in frame and your ankles full of cactus – the grin. I have had those days – not recently, though. It’s not futile. Just seems that way… often

When the Great Book of Beautiful Things is discovered many years from now, probably in a cave somewhere in the middle of a desert, I’m sure this will have a chapter all to itself. Sublime.

Out west in J Tree – cool! Hope you had time to get out of the car and climb some rocks!

indeed! thus the bleeding hands.

Reminds me of On the Road. I just read it again, the Original Scroll.
I think letters sometimes pass in front of my eyes too.
Thanks Dan.

great night sky