Chemical Vacation
Little white pill, you worked so well
I can't believe you've failed me now
But here I lie exhausted, counting missing days
The Picnic at the perfect spot with a beautiful dark man
Caviar and wine and cheese and charmed by his strong hands
The time out in the desert with five or six good friends
A Bonfire, chewing buttons, a howling moon, our dancing circles,all of us tripping in the sand
The weekend at the sea side Inn with breakfast on the porch.
The taste of grapes and sea salt air, the wind blowing his long hair
into my mouth as I lean back to whisper warm into his ear.
The time we drove to Salem to see the leaves of green
overcome by armies brilliant orange, red and gold
Get in the Car. Let's just drive and see where we end up!
Maybe down to New Orleans,
where I was born but never been,
I need to get some hi-john root and
see my friend Marie
The Vortex in Sedona I never got to feel
The wily loch dweller that I never got to meet
The mystery surrounding area 51
But the biggest mystery of all is why am I still here...
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