“Cruise Through”

The present moment never stops just like Love never stops.

I learned that the hard way in hell.

Bitter. Ugly. Stupid thinking I was smart.

Empty in hell with nothing but myself, the worst torture.

Sleep was a nightmare because it is impossible to dream yourself into someone else, and insomnia is simply a curse of consciousness.

Death seemed like home—because what is worse than hell, the blasphemy of my own life?

It must stop somewhere, but it is worse than eternity.

In the redrum Monte Carlo, we lowride into eternity.

The burning hurts, but it keeps you warm, too.

There is a red light.

It turns green.

We cruise through, and things get better because we keep going, and we sing sol songs that break our hearts, and we smile at strangers on the streets, and they laugh in Love, and we keep doing this, and we are no longer in hell.

San Fran Frisco.

All Amor.

We are friends with los lobos.

We sing with dirty pigeons.

There is vanity and stupidity in this moment, but there is also lots of Love, and that is always more than enough because that’s all we need.