Passing saguaros And baby cholla. Passing ocotillo, Barrel cacti. Heading north. Bypass the canyon Grande. To where Four states meet. I called you Fucked-up. You called me Lackadaisical. On a John Ford Landscape, Both of us were hungover. One of us was right.
02/23/2008
Posted on 02/24/2008Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
Fascinating imagery. You really used some striking language in this.
This is great. The last two lines are perfect.
