It’s okay,
you can put it on me.
I can take it.
I have taken this and more;
oh, so much more,
but I don’t want to claim it.
Let’s change the subject.
Do you remember when
we took LSD
and sat in the bus station?
We waited to buy tickets,
so we could go to California,
but we never did.
I’m not sure
if we even had enough money,
or enough acid,
but we sat there,
until security scared us off.
I’m sure this memory
is meaningless
to you,
but I always think about it
as the time
we almost ran away
to California.
I’ve still never been,
even after all these years.
I’ve travelled the world,
but I’ve never made that trip
down the Sunshine Coast.
Not that I wouldn’t go,
I know people there
and it would be cool,
but part of me
still believes
that I can run away
to California.
I like the idea.
Maybe I’ll go someday,
but until then,
I’ll always have that memory
of being righteously high
with my teenage friends,
waiting
to buy tickets
to California.
HG – 2019
