Big Sur
Highway 1Crystalline haunted sunWith the Pacific masculine crash
My little oneEnthralled by the redwoodsAs I write amongst monarchs and mist
Me and Anais and Henry and Jack KerouacMe and the Ohlone and the Esselen, the SalinanMe and Julia and Helmuth and BrautiganAll roads lead to Big SurAll roads home to Big Sur
Clear celestial and frogsFritz in cabins of logsMongst the springs we are barefoot and warm’d
Me and Anais and Henry and Jack KerouacMe and the Ohlone and the Esselen, the SalinanMe and Julia and Helmuth and BrautiganAll roads lead to Big SurAll roads home to Big Sur
I am climbing on the bluffBeseeching god to answer usNot much distracts from our Shaman Baker’y breakfastThis water’y heartbeat by the forest
Me and Anais and Henry and Jack KerouacMe and the Ohlone and the Esselen, the SalinanMe and Julia and Helmuth and BrautiganAll roads home to Big Sur
Me and Mickey and the paths high on the MoleraMe and Lolly and Bill watching a red-tailed hawkMe and the posts take it all in through the big VentanaAll roads lead to Big SurAll roads home to Big Sur