Hippies and Poetry

Another weekend trip to St. George produces oh so much good in life. Showtune performances, fake tattoos, late night disappearances, being let down by Irmitas for the first time in 10 years, church attempts, neighborhood camping, sunlight freckles on cowboy faces, blind girl driving, poetic conversation, laughter, laughter, convulsing laughter.




The word according to Jentry H. Miskin:

Crimson spires towering my thoughts
Blue skies contours on richened rock

Show tunes by Lentz top the tye
Mark christens morning poetry

Crux climbs in the Reggie of my mind
Eagle squawks from petite entertainment

Photo shots in the handsome of my past
Sterling support of crack-stabbed ropes

Midnight runs and blindside bouldering
Comfort zone clashes in crescendo h.core