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Riffs in time

Two soldiers. One fancies himself a punk rocking soldier of fortune and the other, nicknamed hillbilly, because he lost his shoes, they plan a trip
anarchist cookbook
recipe fear and loathing
beyond culture shock
We journey to Carlsbad, through the desert highway, after taking a psychedelic compound. The desert was strange. Sandy beaches, peppered with green tumbleweeds, traveling at high speeds, in the convertible MG. We spot a fenced auto graveyard. A faded fifty something yellow cab, stands out of the forgotten wreckage.
first waypoint trash heap
where memories go to die
something blooms there
we pass parched cities not yet ghost towns, along the long black road and an emergency telephone on splintering poles,then out the flat desert, rises some foot hills, giving it contour. Finally a myriad of shapes to ponder.
hot wind in our face
radio playing Pink Floyd
terrible things waste
The second way point, a salt flat but no mirage, jumping out of the car. It felt like walking on a cushion, flipping over a piece of cracked earth, looks like dry cow dung, nothing special here
Once salty sea
sensory perception killjoy
a barren flop
Time is consuming or lost, so we drive to the cave and decide to take the elevator, about an eight hundred foot plunge. Thoughts of Hunter S.Thompson’s long black chute but there were no outrageous bats. The doors open to a large cavern, with ambient light. What is that? A well-lit cafeteria. Ahhh! We cannot escape fast food but it was nice to see the people, across the way. looking only a few inches tall, among the dripping limestone.
modern inconvenience
surreal retro enhanced
mind altering cave
The cavern is cool. A stark contrast to the scorching desert. Rock formations poised, along the lighted walkways, with names like the caveman, doll’s theater, temple of the sun but my favorites the guardian, It is towering skeletal figure, with jutting jaws and draped in a ragged white veil, woe! I could go on, about the cave pearls and Helectites, looking like white string worms!
silly soda straws
draperies of stone sway
skyscraper totem poles

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017


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