Jonathan Gonzalez There’s something so somber about open roads and early mornings. Your only friends are the cars that speed past you And the shining reflectors stuck to the pavement. The same songs play on the radio, The lights in the distance never get any closer. “It’s not a good life, the life of a trucker,” they … Read more
What is this? A summer time of epic proportions? Oh, I laugh to hear this. We were so free. When we swung our fists to a slow beat. The rhythm found in our hearts. You did not believe me then. Some early 2000 year, a guitar in one hand, imagination in the other. If only … Read more
There’s something you’re trying to tell us, Something you’re trying to convey. The sun is dying at the end of May And we have only cold in our futures. Where could we be headed? To some far away land? Of 3D clouds and castles alike. Hidden among endless forests of trees And rain. Perhaps we … Read more
Where are we? In Cape Town? No. It’s just Pasadena. Replace the view of ocean with freeways, The stadium with a bowl, The rain with snow. Deserts are just the same. Switch diversity with culture, Hills for a flat top. You know, I’ve never been to Cape Town, or Africa for that matter, But I’m … Read more
If it rains today, and only today, I will be the happiest boy, man, son, child. Let the waterflow fall from the overpacked nimbus And let it come over me like a true love, or a subtle look. Let the peace overtake me, And strangle me! And hold me tight, And capture me! I want … Read more
At gate 8/gate7, I stop to write about the freedom adventure through the city’s aboretum, Or what’s left of it. I am blown away by the music, it hovers around me, and the open windows, and how adoring this all is and has become. I am with a beautiful woman who teaches me something everyday. … Read more
One rose and half of a candy heart. One quitter, one believer. The end of a battery, the security savior. Seas of tearful water. Wants and needs colliding. A drive because we had to, but was later needed. A false scare of mountain lions, The exhange of thank you’s. A realization that not a single … Read more
A dirty little shit, Full of the scum of the Earth. Where the protectors attack you And the heroes save only your money. A Texas town with an Oklahoma name. Caddo, they tell me, is far too spiritual for them, too intelligent, too cultured. Where do you turn when your authority robs you? Going 36 … Read more
I get to watch you sleep as time eases by slowly. Sometime in the future, will I think this all went by too fast. Remember that. But for now I can taste it, touch it, breathe it in. I can take in every second. There’s something special going on around here. I am lucky, peaceful, … Read more
It’s only the same routine tomorrow that you did yesterday. And today you awake to a challenge of motivation. Potentially great. Potentially distant. Forgotten. Does anyone even watch the stoplights anymore? We just follow the car in front of us when it begins the process of motion. The process we struggle with. And could I … Read more