Thursday, October 30, 2014

Rode on with the
Goa syndrome

We were nothin'
but kings on Enfields

Thousands of miles from
home

(with the Western wishes
gone
and the Gold in our bones)

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

locked down
in the back of our
own minds

Strange way
to enter into
the dream

American Mythology
reduced to staring into
the void
of
technology

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Beat of the drum
(Rhythm of my soul)
banging,
banging,
through this life


Pavement, asphalt
dirt, blood
bones
(the bones calling)

DNA changing
twisting to find
you

Goddamn spooky
action at a distance
haunting
And so we
remember

all the nights we
tried to
be free

Fleeing on two wheels
combustion roaring through
open pipes
no helmets
Cuban cigars

The French-Canadian girls
hanging on and screaming

we never slept at night
greeted dawn in surreal
vigilance
the sky was
a sacred candle

Saturday, October 25, 2014

All these archaic intentions
I mean, we just...
hit the open road
smashed all communication devices
buried most inventions
scattered our possessions

A kind of invocation of
Wilderness
Every molecule
in existence conspired
to create us


Friday, October 24, 2014

LIRIOPE

If the story's not finished it's
because you didn't write
it

Fragile goddess of infinite pain
you can write it with your
pleasure seeking

(that you wear as a loose garment
masking the innocence you refuse to
surrender

that corrupts you to the core, )

I understand your pain and fear of
exposure,
shocked into the distance one day so
long ago

The child you lost that day,
the one you forever cling to forgetting
the world is your
only real friend