Leaving California

I aimed the old car south and
ran as many red
lights as the Gods
would allow.
Kept my sunglasses on as I
listened to Frusciante
singing
nothing but the
truth all through
my radio.

Left the madness of
the city and
entered the land where
atomic bombs
and peoples sanity
have both been tested.

Desert roads littered
with desert lies,
like oasis and
promises made in Vegas.

I took a toot
off the side of my hand like
I seen them do in
the movies.
Wasted the better
part of my stash
on this foolish trick.

This ride I'm
taking is real.
Looking for a
wild young girl
to roll my joints
and laugh at my
jokes,give my eyes
a place to rest in.

I'm looking for
a lovely from the
low side of town.
Whose spirit has
yet to be broken
and whose mind
isn't already
filled with their lies.

Watched as the
California landscape
turned from beaches and tropical palms to
cactus taller than
most men and dry forgotten land that
most come to die in.

From congested
freeways that hold
the drivers hostage.
To wide open desert highways
where its safe to drink straight from the bottle without
that pestering public
servant there to ruin your ride.

If I make it out of
this dam desert alive
with my wallet and my sanity still intact.
I'll look back
at it all as just another memory.