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.