Dear Friends,
Today we hung on the edge of reality riding Highway 1 down the Big Sur. It's one of the most beautiful and spectacular drives in all of North America. Here are a few poems thatt we found along the way.
MOBILE POEM
This vehicle
Burrito Barge
Rolling through local color
Down Juan Higuera Creek
Along the Big Sur River.
State your being
Dude
K&K
STATION INFORMATION
Lucia
Lucious spirit garden
Hardened
"Are there enough penisi in poetry"?
That fragrance reminds me
Of my mom getting ready for bed.
Truck driver
Do yah want some potatoe chips
No rush, no room for potatoe chips
K&K
F**K ESALEN
Money grubbing
Ocean hoarding
Priority male
Facile Castle
Turnout
Money can't buy
The invisible,
Only the unnecessary,
Rough road ahead
Wheelies in bed
Lodging in the angle of repose
Impervious surfaces
Listening to waves crashing
Against empty dollars.
K&K
Flooding During A Storm
Inspiration comes from the sea
The forerunner of black dust
There are no sheep here
Metaphorically speaking
Crossing bridges
We got a thumbs up
The winding long road
Ends at the
signalling phallus
of the middle kingdom.
K&K
We who dare
Be ourselves
Pledge on this eighth year
Of the 21st Century
Allegiance to Paul and Mary Spiedell
Who adopted this highway
Some years ago
Without sound mind or body
The chateau on the hill
Overlooked the lone madrone
Tasting the dirt
Of future vineyards
K&K
It's late and Isaias, June, Erica and Irina are sleeping
See you in San Diego
Ken and Kurt
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