Convict Lake

At Convict Lake, we staked our tent
When the wind rose up, the willows bent
Their airborne spores were released to me
I opened my mouth and let them in

A small black X on the edge of the camp
I couldn't wait to fall off the map

And so I took another tab

A lost bobcat found himself in the camp
I held him close, I fed him by hand
And then I took another tab

My friends came down, way too soon
I stayed high, with the silvery moon

I awoke in a hospital bed
Bound down like Gulliver tied up in thread
You can't take back what you put in your head