Flat Tires

When it all went south, I set out on a search.
One for a new philosophy,
and ended up with "all women are whores,
except for our mothers and sisters."
And it suited me.
For a bit, I was waking up next to different
hookers that probably didn't matter very much
and was very fine with this.
We made sex on the day her grandfather died.
Sat and drank coffee and soda outside a coffee hut
on the coldest day I'd ever experienced in April.
And now, it's time to hit the road again
for a state that deals more with how reality actually coincides with
existence, instead of how I want reality to be in order
to fix my mind.