from east to west and in between
I stared into many faces
held motel towels against my own
until my eyes bled sunsets
and my head hurt like the road
the beat of the day tormented me
I cried under many rocks
made outlines of my feet in the desert sand
until my skin burned
and my heart burst into years
you are the movie of your life
at least that’s what the people said to me
from Woodstock to Laurel Canyon
I painted away the fallen leaves
until the weather broke
until the seasons spoke to me
of car crash ditches full of fallen friends
where the blood ran to the sea
time frozen in a standing ovation
as we went our separate ways