Thanksgiving

[Frosty da snowman]

Lets start this tale with a desert trip
Dunes sand wind and trance
Deep bass mystic sounds and that little fucking voice screaming your name
An engine screams at 90 wails at 100 and sends you to oblivion at 120
Broken bleeding twisted and metal, glass running with clots
A blink and the visions gone but that voice remains
Mountains now and your behind a trailer
The mind wanders
Is it bouncing, am I witnessing a porn in creation
Some sick twisted bastard with a child?
Or maybe a redneck with a sheep?
A smile with the last one, passing lane open
The voice says goodbye
Ham on a turkey day
Nobody bothered to dress but that’s cool
Empty conversation
Inner monologues
Pass the rolls please
I need a shrink goes the voice
A road trip with the rent
150 miles of stutter steps
looking for safe ground
common meaning
feeling of divorce
and that voice laughs
desert dawn after rain
time to leave and 300 miles of beats to look forward to
highlight of the week?
Car packed and pictures
Last moment of a movie
“I have to bail”
The car started backing away
All the while that little voice screaming
abort abort abort...