Summary: <p>i wish i was there<br> in an imaginary<br> northern california<br> barn<br> with imaginary<br> dancers<br> and endless<br> waves<br> a collision of real<br> and thought would<br> i’d probably fall into it<br> like a venetian canal<br> a real myth<br> i wish i was there<br> on an endless blues solo<br> forever<br> dark figured shadows<br> and fire<br> no where to feel<br> like a stranger<br> no doubt to go<br> out and out into the world<br> a repetition of pithy complaint<br> over and over again<br> makes beautiful lines<br> get grizzly<br> i want to have a ranch in albion<br> and fall apart with the fog<br> into the oblivion<br> but real<br> nevermind the silliness<br> nothin<br> necessarily transcendental<br> just a thing that can<br> happen</p> <p></p>
