Design Your Own Container Garden

I took to the highway

Went out to pico-crenshaw

Old friends, old friends

I took to the highway

The highway took to me like a second

Skin

Rolled around in the evening

Circling like a buzzard

Trouble in mind

Excavating the space we left behind

Yes I took trinkets with me

Left them by the crater

Here ghosts, old ghosts

Smelled all the chlorine

I took the low road

Where the light was just right

Crawled around in the glowing

All embracing wreckage

Sunburned and snow-blind

Excavating the space we left behind