night 13 english river purple twilight

“I’m not Einstein but I am smart enough to know a bad idea when I see it taking up space, bidding it’s time.”   David Clewell

Shoes,

I wear them but I don’t like them.

Those walls of leather

stitched together

to make a prison for my feet,

and again,

and again,

and again,

my toesstruggletogetfree.

The big ones lift and stand momentarily alone,

the two next to it cringe

and the little ones on the end

push against

the walls. The leather

s t r e t c h e s slightly,

but gradually,

one-by-one,

the toes tire

and surrender

to the bottom

of the shoe.

night 12 indian again

“Once I ran the rock down to the seashore
Once I climbed the cliffs up to the skyline
I lay on the shore like a child
waiting for the wind to blow me wild.”
Hedge and Donna

“Yes, your birds of stone are resting in my hands, I do not mind.
I broke their wings, they cannot fly and they do not care, they may in time.
But with the fear of the flower to dust they will fall,
they are not kings, they are not gods they mean nothing at all
Ah, you don’t have to fly to be free, please understand me.”
Hedge and Donna

night 11 sandbar to indian

“One more night, the moon is shining bright
and the wind blows high above the trees.
Well I miss my darling so
I didn’t mean to see her go
but tonight no light will shine on me.
Oh its shameful and its sad
I lost the only friend I had
I just could not be what she wanted me to be
Well I miss my darling so
I didn’t mean to see her go
but tonight no light will shine on me.”
Bob Dylan

night ten agimak

“Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola, oh to be back in the land of coca cola.”          The Band

“One of America’s great national pastimes is drinking a coke
Taking a smoke telling a joke
One of America’s great national pastimes is playing ball
Taking it all and thinking so small
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
One of America’s great national pastimes is chocolate fudge
Carrying a grudge bribing a judge
One of America’s great national pastimes is poisoning rain
Acting insane inflicting pain
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
One of America’s great national pastimes is the worship of speed
Planting the seeds taking more than she needs
One of America’s great national pastime is cutting the grass
Grabbing some ass living too fast
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired the weary and the sore
But the great taste of coke has refreshed players
The hot and tired the weary and the sore.”                                                                            The Byrds

night nine balmoral

“Wheels are made for rollin
mules are made to pack
I never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back.
Mud can make prisoner
and the plains can bake you dry
snow can burn you eyes
but only people make you cry
home is made for comin from
for dreams of going to which with any luck will never come through.”
from Paint Your Wagon

night 7 white otter

“While riding on a train going west, I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad. Concerning myself and the first few friends I had. As easy as it was to tell black and white, it was all that easy to tell wrong from right. The choices were few, but the thought never hit that the one road we’d travel would ever shatter and split. I wish, I wish in vain for us to simply sit in that room once again. Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat. I would give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.” Bob Dylan

night 5 mount lake east end

“Woke up this morning, I was feeling quite weird, had crumbs in my bear, my toothpaste was smeared. Over my window they’d written my name, said ‘so long, see you again.'” Hey, Mister Spaceman, won’t you take me along, I won’t do anything wrong. Hey, Mister Spaceman, won’t you please take me along for a ride?” The Byrds