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)



Trippin On Night Driving

Thirty miles…twenty nine…twenty eight

Twenty seven.    Why counting down?

Maps don’t lie.

Arriving.      Soon?

Lights ahead!                     Another bend?

Parade of elephants…I didn’t see the deer.             It’s just three am?

Day started at sunset…dawn should be the near.

Feel upside down.

Skin begins to itch, legs feel numb

Watery eyes with dry blinks.         Forced focus on warning signs.

Another bend, another hill.

Over the road.                   Damned two lane drill.

Countdown was ten?

I see a glow!

Is it the sun?      

What?                  Not the town!

Still not there?                   Five miles more!

Fear.            Anxious.              

Fatigue.                              Relief.

Trippin' Over Night Driving
Ink Drawing, Image 6"x6" by lee (copyright)

Parked!             THE END!

Trippin Sarah's Place

US 6

SARAH’S PLACE

Oh a hidden space

After 600 miles

Ten hour break.

Bartender said “Buck beer night and cod fish basket”.

 … One couldn’t go wrong.

In she walked

Blonde to the waist….boots to the knees…angel in white

Out came the dice

Rolled them twice.

“Set em up!” She said.

Again they rolled.

Bottles placed on the bar.

Beer flowed through her lips as if water over the falls.

Sitting in the corner as I observed the ritual

Till the bar was full 

Of brown glass residual.

I no longer existed.

All eyes were on

The angel in white…boots to her knees.

As hours passed

All were down

Except that lucky guy

Trippin' Sarah's Place
Ink Drawing, Image 6"x6", by lee (copyright)

He bought the last beer.

Trippin Sarah's Place

US 6

SARAH’S PLACE

Oh a hidden space!

After 600 miles

Ten hour break.

Bartender said “Buck beer night and cod fish basket”.

 … One couldn’t go wrong.

In she walked

Blonde to the waist….boots to the knees…angel in white

Out came the dice

Rolled them twice.

“Set em up!” She said.

Again they rolled.

Bottles placed on the bar.

Beer flowed through her lips as if water over the falls.

Sitting in the corner as I observed the ritual

Till the bar was full

 Of brown glass residual.

 I no longer existed.

All eyes were on

The angel in white…boots to her knees.

As hours passed

All were down

Except that lucky guy

Who bought the last beer.

Trippin Over Easter

NO!
Not brown eggs
Bring to boil

Patience....patience
Colored tabs
Fingers yellow, blue, and brown
All rainbow one by one
Drop
Plop
Crack
Cry...
Can I have more to dye?
Running circles
Going crazy
Where's the candy!
But the eggs aren't dry.
Searching for baskets
The sugar high.

 That's OK

They're going home,
I'm going to the woods.

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

Trippin through the Cascades

Dawn

Brilliant

Another road trip.

Landscape billboards

Rivers of road.

Above and below views.

Miles ahead, miles behind.

Trippin' To The Cascades
Ink Drawing, Image 6"x6", by lee (copyright)

Experience the subline.

Forever exciting.

Continuously in awe.

Do it again?

Tomorrow!

Yes.

But remember

Daddy said

Check the oil first.

Trippin Through the Botanical

Trippin' Through The Botanical
Ink Drawing, Image 6"x6", by lee (copyright)

Glass
Rising from the earth.
Floating among the aquatics.
Organic as the botanical.
Among the transparent and translucent rainbow facets.
Life from molten sand.
Unclear creation from God or Man.
All alive.

Visionary.