mountain pass blues

i got…

i got a high clearance head in a low clearance tunnel

i got me more mosquitoes to swat than i care for— who’s ever cared for the lowly mosquito

i got some fearsome weather on the way, and wilting heat to follow that

i got the freedom to set the course for the day
i got the maintain pass blues

i got me the idea to head east
i got to head for the coast

What I’m Reading:

… we resume pedalling, the crash of surf resonating on our right and an endless row of beach houses to our left. Sand skitters across the path, dusting my chain and sifting into my shoes.

— Meaghan Marie Hackinen / South Away: The Pacific Coast on Two Wheels

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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