take offs and landings

Clouds and peaks, don't sleep in much. Sex on the beaches, snow flakes and camera flashes. Ride, and ride, and ride, laugh. Tall buildings, people look just like ants. Free bus rides, and not so free bus rides. Outer lying suburbs where the fountain of youth flows from the mountains to 12 oz bottles. More riding, sunsets. Mexican food and cliff divers, genius. Irish spirit and car bombs, crowded bars with poor service. VIP areas with posh couches, beer spilled everywhere. Real World. Cute rocker chicks, google. Knowledge is power, no actions = no reactions. Txt msg, few responses. Ride, ride, listen to music, more riding. Towering rocks, extreme heights. Expensive beer. Rich foreign snobs. Thought about how it must feel to live in an extremely poor country and be the top 1% with money. Fast food, soda, motherfucking Good Times (sung in a high voice).  Favorite hat got lost, blame it on hoochies. Kissing cousins, 3 men to a bed. Car rides, floating in giant hot tubs. Old European men in blue speedos. Rendezvous with old friends. Saw cartoon cities come to real life. Thought about letting Ryan Adams sing me to sleep. Waxed poetics with a curbside evangelist, left feeling just as discouraged. Discussed love, life and loss. Toasted to good friends, family, and memories. Partied, thought about getting in shape, finally decided to sleep in. Probably should've ended up in jail. Take offs and landings, the circle remains unbroken.