The wheels roll.
The wheels roll
and I roll with them.
Road Trip Rules;
no one speaks of the past miles.
No one complains about the music;
like the destination,
it doesn’t matter.
We have set our eyes on a place
as far away as the sky
and blasted off;
flat land our launch pad.
Marijuana rocket fuel,
caffeine,
road beers;
stupid, but fun.
The broken yellow line
slashes by
and our only concern
are the bugs hitting the windshield.
We stop the clean them off
and take a piss and imagine
that we have no more Mondays
in our bloodstreams,
no reverse in the transmission,
nowhere to turn around.
Just an insatiable need
to go forward
and not return,
until there are epic stories
from around the world.
Wide eyed optimists,
two towns over
feels like a trip abroad.
Turning around only becomes an option
when the weed runs out
and the gas gets low
and everyone remembers
that freedom is just a longer leash
and the weekend
is only 2 days long.
So wherever we stop,
is our destination.
Whatever we see,
is our Vision Quest completed.
By the light of a dimming Sun
and a campfire,
we burn away the last of our stash
and by morning,
we are citizens of this country again.
Heading home to Mom’s Sunday dinner,
Monday morning responsibilities
and another week
of the day to day grind.
But next weekend,
with inspired minds
and a full bag of pot,
we’ll blast off again.
Just a friendly road trip;
destination – unknown.
We’ll know it when we get there.
HG – 2017
