Sierra

On the evening it came into sight

On the evening the superior soot of sleep; the direct shot from Sandman’s on the moon keep

told me it was about to be that time of night.

The sight of those mountains. ran into me deep.

On the evening it was days of Guerra, Far removed from Santa Clara,

On the evening it was Avalon I Dare Son, may I prepare a run through these “daring” “Sierra’s”

Nothing could compare to the comfortable embrace, of that v4 driver seat.

Again I had to get away from the anxiousness of that previous city’s heat

Behind me was the rushing reign of the superior bombardment of sleep.

Another pull over was bound to be on repeat!

I saw the exit!

My paws as El Cid

The steering wheel and the much needed turn connected.

I said

Mountains! take me into your arms!

Mountains! take my head the sleepy golden storm

Mountains! bring me into your solitude filled dorm!

Lemme park right here!

Tonight is the great night we’ll share

Lemme put on my favorite band’s musical saw

As sleeps tired hand crawls

I’m just a Pessoa Doe

But may someone superior in god mode watch over me upon that sky’s window

sleep come to me here I go!

My mind fell asleep in the Sierra’s

and again playing the odd instruments I was in sleeps Guerra!

- AD

- 6/16/24

- 12:14pm

Sierra