After several weeks of hiking
on the Pacific Crest Trail
I lay awake, restless in a cheap hotel
as the TV, AC, and mini fridge drone on
feeling oddly uncomfortable
with modern comfort.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
While Tupac Rapped On
I was running through a narrow trail
sprinting around sharp bends
and listening to Tupac on my ipod
when I nearly collided with a woman
who was straddling the trail
with her pants pulled down to her ankles
and urinating all over it -
I jumped high over her right shoulder
landed between bushes
and quickly disappeared down the trail
without looking back
while Tupac rapped on.
sprinting around sharp bends
and listening to Tupac on my ipod
when I nearly collided with a woman
who was straddling the trail
with her pants pulled down to her ankles
and urinating all over it -
I jumped high over her right shoulder
landed between bushes
and quickly disappeared down the trail
without looking back
while Tupac rapped on.
Tiny Patch of Snow
I ran up Mt. Ashland
on a warm afternoon
shirtless and sweaty
past birds, butterflies, and budding flowers.
Each switchback
drew me closer towards the sun
when a tiny patch of snow
finally reminded me
it's late January...
on a warm afternoon
shirtless and sweaty
past birds, butterflies, and budding flowers.
Each switchback
drew me closer towards the sun
when a tiny patch of snow
finally reminded me
it's late January...
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