we took turns toking,
holding the tent pole up
while the rain battered
the canvas
dawn crawled
over the great rocks;
a synovial silence
after the storm
still ******
we finally succumbed
to sleep, for an eternal
minute
until awakened by Huns
on horses, hoof beats ricocheting
off the hard stones, echoing
in the canyons
worse than that thunder,
the eerie emanations riding
the backs of the staccato waves
from the beasts’ shod feet
words flung from the riders’ tongues
slapping our ears, bedeviling our weary wits,
these time traveling tricksters, transporting
us to a world at war
Hueco Tanks, Texas, July, 1969
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
we took turns toking,
holding the tent pole up
while the rain battered
the canvas
dawn crawled
over the great rocks;
a synovial silence
after the storm
still ******
we finally succumbed
to sleep, for an eternal
minute
until awakened by Huns
on horses, hoof beats ricocheting
off the hard stones, echoing
in the canyons
worse than that thunder,
the eerie emanations riding
the backs of the staccato waves
from the beasts’ shod feet
words flung from the riders’ tongues
slapping our ears, bedeviling our weary wits,
these time traveling tricksters, transporting
us to a world at war
Hueco Tanks, Texas, July, 1969
under the influence of cannabis
Hueco Tanks, Texas, July, 1969, a true tale
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