Trippin through the Cascades

Dawn

Brilliant

Another road trip.

Landscape billboards

Rivers of road.

Above and below views.

Miles ahead, miles behind.

Experience the sublime.

Forever exciting.

Continuously in awe.

Do it again?

Tomorrow!

Yes.

But remember

DADDY SAID.............................................................

........CHECK THE OIL FIRST

TRIPPIN INTO THE YEAR

TRIPPIN INTO THE YEAR
Pen and Ink Drawing, 9"x12" 
by Lee Heinsen-Ligocki

Another folder...folders...another account...accounts.
Never ending tea...chocolate....stimulates the dull.
Procrastination...turning pages....debits...credits.
Calculator...computer...printer...scanner...trash.
Marching into the mindless figures...only figures. 
Repetition....as practicing piano scales.....again...again.
Itemize....optimize...bifocal eyes....
Scrolling paper.....ten pens....tape....staples...
Lost the pencil again.....somewhere.....here..
Whiteout.....
Do it again....again...
Balanced
ANOTHER FOLDER......FOLDERS.....ANOTHER ACCOUNT.............SHREDDER.........

Trippin Over Hidden Secrets

Trippin Over Secrets
Pen and Ink Drawing
Image 6"x6"
by lee heinsen-ligocki

What did he say?

I am not sure, but surely he was exaggerating.

Oh my gosh! He isn't lying.
I think I'll stay quiet...close the curtains in the rig.
Listening in the shadow behind the doors.
This can't be true.

Another story I am hearing...pretending not listen.
But I do hear..I could turn it off.
But they want me to eves drop!
Is it the shock!
I want to hear if they can expand on their tall tales.
Don't they realize they are talking over a CB radio.
Sure they do..it's all fabrication.
Just another story...lies, exaggerations, fabrications.
Now they are getting into details.
This can't be real!
Disturbingly so.

Their secrets are no longer secrets.
Or are they?
Because those listening will never
hear them again?
Forget what was told?
Forget who told the yarn?
Just another story like hundreds before?

Secrets told behind the doors.
Secrets told behind the curtains.
Secrets they all tell.
Secrets they all believe.

Secrets they are no more.

Trippin Turtle To The Other Side

A journey along state road 78

Along the Mississoui National Wildlife Refuge

Experiencing their sense of preservation

Human and amphibian

With their creeping crawling determination

Cross the asphalt

As humans swerve in avoidance

As humans suddenly stop to rescue

As humans wave the traffic to halt

Allowing ancient creatures

To trudge forward to their asylum

Some would fit in pockets

Trippin Turtle To The Other Side
Ink Drawing
Image 6"x6"
by lee heinsen-ligocki

Some would fit in washtubs

No one allowed to defy

The reptiles’ journey

On highway 78 along the

Mississoui .

Trippin Around The Funnel

Exiting South Dakota 353

Remaining three minutes of fourteen hours

Can’t outrun destiny

The clock clicks faster

As the rear view mirror foretells the future.

The black succumbing sky,

Still and hot

Crossing over into

Turbulent and cold

Within seconds

Ice rocks pound the ground

As big rig shakes and leans.

Sirens blare

Red lights flashing

Take refuge inside the building

On the floor lies anxiety.

Creaking roof as the vacuum pulls.

Sudden silence accompanied a weird sense of timelessness.

Then it howls!

Quiet!

The rush dies within minutes.

Trippin Around The Tunnel
Ink Drawing
Image 6"x6"
by lee heinsen-ligocki



But a lifetime goes by.

Trippin In The Sweet Smell Of Green

Trippin In The Sweet Smell Of Green
Ink Drawing
Image 6"x6"
by lee heinsen-ligocki

Unexpectantly is a memory

Do I remember when?

Do I remember where?

It does not matter.

It is from birth

That the sweet smell

Brings me back.

A distinct perfume of green

On a face warmed day

Lolling among the blades

Listening to the chiming leaves

Bequeaths my roots

In the sweet smell of green.

By lee heinsen-ligocki





Trippin' Over Toxic Evolution

Flowing into seas…. Fish growing legs with two heads.

What?

Washing upon sands…. Tarred dead birds and beached whales.

    What?

Cumulating within clouds… Rain burns the skin.

         What?

Spilling into rivers… No turtles hatching, no frogs croaking.

               What?

Saturating soils… Plants not growing.

                    What?

Masking the rays… An end to sunrise.

                               No way?   Really?    You’re kidding?

WHAT?



Trippin' Over Toxic Evolution,
 Ink Drawing, Image 6"x6", by lee (copyright)