yes Sur, black boogers

– brianprince

good morning amazing.
i’m addicted to that
fresh air and
staring caught
pondering / thinking
of escaping
again…

i want to drink in
the sounds of the
ocean pounding
against
the cliff.

get dirty
and
tired

from an
overwhelming
surrounding

of
beauty.

green trees.
Big Sur.
black boogers
at the end
of every
evening.

it’s where i
‘m meant to
be.

– – – –

i feel like
i can’t make
it here
(223 west
Santa Fe).

too many expectations.
too many duties.
too many forces
tugging
my mother
fucking frail soul
through this city.

– – – –

oh, black boogers
are the best.
they make me
feel like
i’ve
Lived!

i get them in
the city too.
when working hard
in the yard
or just playing
with some tools.

it’s satisfying for
me to blow out some
good ones and
start the day
anew.

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