~The Kid~ Part 1

I was staring into the inside
of an infinite spiral
that lead to the center
and back to the top
where we last were...



The Kids 54' chevette barreled down
the highway
kicking up lines of dust in its path

he was a strange one

"his father was in the war, ya know"

cigarette butts lined the inside of the car
cheap whisky air freshner
The Kid slows down
to pick up a hitchhiker
a cool gentleman
khaki's and a leather jacket
his sunglasses useless in the desert heat
his pen a suggestion
"out of towner?" thought The Kid, but then,
so was he

he stopped, they exchanged words.
a journalist, lost his way
His car broke down, just outside of nevada
out to catch a race
"Though I doubt if he's ever seen a horse"
sometime during the drive The Kid begins
the interview

"you a doors man or a pink floyd man happy-crappy?"


"..uhm..I never really thought about it man..."


"I'd say I'm a pink floyd kinda guy myself. but only Syd Barret floyd.
None of that hippy shit" The Kid spat

they waxed on about many other things, tension rising
the hitchhiker clutched his pen and wrote.

"I didn't know if it was the heat or the maddness in the air,
but the car suddenly felt like a madhouse, swirling in the desert breeze,
hardly a reason it seemed for him to care...
After an hour I had noticed we had been going off course,
mind you that may have been a matter of perception.
I began not to trust the whiskey this man had been giving me..."