Gratified by the wild of her heart
I question myself, where to next?
She lures me deep inside Mile High
Makes me woozy as I rise on thin air
My brain slows down
I see the madness surrounding me
An old man, the street of Colfax
Walks naked puffing that Doopey
Not a single worry in life
But to smoke it
“I can make you cry like a baby”
She looks like she’s someone’s
Grandmother as she pulls out her left
Saddle bag – I lid my cigarette, thinking
“I’m almost already crying”
She licks what ever remains of her
Femininity – I try to get away from her
“What’s a matter boy, you don’t like me?”
“Most certainly not!” I speak silently
To myself moving further down the
longest road of them all, trying,
Getting rid of her … BUT WAIT!
There’s my escape, Beers and Whisky
Offered so cheaply at the Satellite or Nob
So smooth finding my way back
On the tracks of the beaten Pack
This is a place for a wanderer
To stick around and wonder
What went on down that road
Bringing order to the chaos
Of this thing we call life
This place has room for anyone
Free Rambling Being …
