We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
hitchhiking
to where I can see sunrise
easter morning.
Something I would like to do from state to state to experience life
When Sam was broke, young, and foolish
He hit the road hitchhiking across the U.S.
Getting rides from cars, trucks, and buses
Going down the freeway and back highways
And occasionally in a city
Watching a tram passing by
Thinking perhaps
I'd rather ride a train
When I was a young man
I was foolish
and not afraid of anything
In the summer of 1975
I took a Greyhound bus
across the country
when my bus pass was stolen
I hitchhiked
across the country
and for two and 1/2 months
I traveled across the country
meeting all sorts of very strange people
experiencing the underbelly of American Society
now that I am 65
and I think back upon those days
I am horrified
that I did that
because now that I'm old man
I'm much more prudent
and much more careful
and much more afraid
but back then
being young and foolish
I did what a lot of young
and foolish people do
boldly go into the world
without a plan
just seeing where life took me
that made all the difference
in the world
Hitchhiking out of Teslin
Gary,
Gary,
Gary
I could have been somebody Gary.
I was going to law school Gary.
Why do you smoke weed Gary?
It makes you stupid Gary,
Do you want to go through life being stupid Gary?
Gary hunched down like he was being physically pummelled, he looked right, left, right again. Trapped.
He was driving, she shotgun, kid in the middle.
I yell from the back seat,
Garry,
Garry,
Garry,
Put your foot into it Gary!
I did not promise you thick and thin
Just look at the shape your in
I’ve got road to be
Farther down
There a circus passing thru
That needs another clown
Aren’t you the one?
Cool tattoo, Bucket of rum
No restrictions on my addictions
Starting at seven and hitchhiking to heaven . . .
Did you leave your heart
Sitting beside life's highway
Hitchhiking alone?
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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