*hope you enjoy* feedback is groovy el camino real (still dreaming) Stopped suddenly still remembering thoughts I didnt think i'd retain like Sunday's sermon Green and white signs smearmed like finger-paint ink drunken, tear filled eyes Spinning fast in the hair dryer wind Of interstate 5 Whispering static, but its not coming from the radio and it hardly ever rains even though the scent hangs thick in the air And i'm still. Still like the immovable palms of Palm Springs in the head of mid-July Ashes accumulating on a cracked windshield as if marine layers didn't completely cloud the view And i'm still. Still shaking from the vibration of Camp Pendleton and the cracks of Mac-11s on New Years Eve The voices are buzzing foreign like hummingbirds And the belt tightening grows richer like the bazaars in Old Town, border crossings, and the lanterns that light La Paloma at sundown Shattered crystals on the passenger side, with scattered reds Scenes of tan hands grasping broken Coke bottles and slicing into black It was Vista versus Oceanside I'm still. Still high on jasmine and the spray paint they used to tag the side of Jack in the Box That empty feelings growing Heart felt; center swallowed like when Diana Martinez said she was getting jumped behind Albertsons And i'm still. Still running through groves of avocado trees and bougainvillea bushes. The power's fading, weakness overtakes like gravity slipping and tumbling down that hillside driveway lined with Spanish roses But i'm still. Still riding that bus downtown next to the homeless man and the prostitute with runs in her hose Glazed and numb, staring off at the horizon where the helicopters dance in red clouds to put out cedar rood fires I'm still. Still buring frozen in this car on the sid of Interstate 94 Dead in Chicago, still i dream of California
