Leaving California

I aimed the old car

south and

ran as many red

lights as my luck

would allow.

Kept my sunglasses

on as I

listened to Frusciante

singing

nothing but the

truth all through

the magic of

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.

On my way

I'll be 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.

And try

not to give

in to

ever going

back.

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