Wastelander

Archive 3: Bath to Stonehenge

In Bath Abbey, watching them tune
the grand piano for Rick Wakeman's concert.
Arches and buttresses pulling you up
almost against your will
toward heaven.

Having spent yesterday underground in the old Roman baths,
it's particularly dense today to know this site was a pagan
place of worship and prayer before them, and now
it's a Christian church: this same prayer circle in this same marsh
generating steam and generating prayers since the dawn
of human time.
All that soul going out like a laser
forever.

Archive 2: Bath, UK

London. Up at 6:00.
Daughters acting like they're
being martyred on Tower Hill.
More rain. Why do I love London rain?
Because it's so cool to say "London rain," no doubt.
One of those Donovan songs I'd listen to
in San Diego, where I'd never see London, where
I'd seldom see rain.

Wastelander Aspen III

The last time we drove thru Leadville
some high country Hip Hop Gangstas
had spray painted this on a wall:
LEADVILLE! WE
THA SHIT.

Gas station toilet stop, speaking of
bodily functions: ½ hr wait in line.
Sign over side door:
THIS DOOR MUST REMAIN
“LOCKED” AT ALL TIMES.
Door standing
wide open.

Hurry Up, Kid, We Need to Pee:
The whole line listens to the little boy
before Cindy & Chayo
tear off 11 straight
paper towels inside the
bathroom.

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