This desert life does not seem to suit me. There are hard problems everywhere. The heat comes in waves during the day and at night it's so damn cold you want to spit. I thought it would be cool you know hang out in the desert get close to nature and all the horse shit. But I'm not built for the desert. I am built for motels on the outskirts of the desert. I need a phone and some AC. Smoking allowed. I can sit on the balcony with my guitar some booze and peyote and write all night. Am I a sick monkey? Maybe so but is soothes my soul. And when I need to sleep I nod out. Nobody bothers me. I heading for Memphis next week. They people that need me and my music. I'll be back on day. Sober and thinking about how I wasted my time. Till then I am on a Mississippi dream boat heading for Mud Island. Yea laugh. It's ok i been laughed at before. I'll shut you down. And then you can make your choice. Living is just passing time. But dreaming is living time in reality. I'll see you there if your brave enough.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2016