barefoot

sometimes i walk with bare feet

conversation with the gravel

tornado wipes behind the car

i don’t care cuz i’m high

god snorts the landscape like coke

driving is a conversation with the road

sometimes i talk barehanded

i’m putting on a bandaid

i stepped on a needle in oakland

i hate being the passenger

but i also hate driving

all the little white lines are swallowed

by the tires barefoot rubber soles

sometimes i look at the sky after

or down into the toilet

you say this too will pass

but the lines come back and back

when we try to be powerful

we get run over by big trucks

when we walk barefoot we burn

our feet on melty pavement

when we wear rubber it hurts

rubs our souls clean off

things behind us are bigger

gods hooked on blow

trucks about to run us over

my soles are burnt to callouses 

my car is crashed and burning

in the end, we always walk barefoot.

—june 2022, carride to juplaya