don't wander in 

  the deserted desert

peyote eyes 

   you may get lost

or find yourself

   without a hope

 your ego wandered off

   you found a talking iguana

and every word was a cascade 

of kinetic pyramids 

   your blood was green and yellow

    and cold roses

 spelled out the route to the edge of the seventies style

 neighborhood and now an empty field

     -and with two friends you sat in the 62

Ford named VYL

   a four door

listening to the echoes

echoes 

    echoes

        echoes

following behind

   as you traveled thru

space/time

 continuum 

behind a space wandering big rig

   And talked in recognized

cycles

"What if the cops come?"

"Here we are again!"