Horse With No Name

I went to the desert with my horse who I never gave a name.  I dropped some acid and it was beautiful, but it was also very weird.  It gets hot out here, so I stripped all of my clothes off because I knew that I had to be naked to start the revolution.  My body was accepted out here and nobody cared about my stretch marks out in the desert, which was incredibly liberating.  I stepped out of my shorts and sports bra baring my breasts and then I tossed my panties to the wind to satisfy my physical need of self-expression.  It was a nice enough day and I was glad to be out of the rain, as I just came from London.  The psychedelic Sun made it feel hot and dry, but I found this flowing river of life where the story was told about a river that flowed from the sky.  I found it, la, la, la, la.  The skeleton of Salvador Dali stood behind me telling me that there must be some kind of way outta here, but I told him that I came here to save planet Earth.  The giant alien Buddha stood watching me from the other side of the river.  Dali and Buddha were communicating with each other by means of the antennas sticking out of their heads.

I saw dirt and rocks, but the desert was void of plants and birds.  I thought that maybe I would finally give my horse a name, but then again it might be best for him to tell me what he wants to be called.  My name is Lucy, so I belong in the sky.  The first part of my journey would be to try and swim up the river to the floating island in the sky where the river was flowing from.  If I could drink from the source, then I would be able to fly and then I could reach that peanut in the sky. My mission was to plant the peanut in some fertile ground, watch it would grow, and bring life back to the planet, then I would track down Neil Young and make him write a song about the desert.

Written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles weekly inspirational art piece.