Wednesday, August 9, 2017

She's Indigo,
and we're all
old souls
(my crew)

Rollin with the
rebel and we

The light side
and the pain

and the Phoenix sun
we ride on until the
new dawn

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

What kind of shore did
we wash ourselves upon
my beloved

What kind of sword did we
impale ourselves upon

I know you can feel this
(spooky action at a distance
Did you hear my

Voice stangled within

I could have been the oxygen
in your blood

You could have been the blood
in my veins

Saturday, July 22, 2017

If you loved
me you'd show up on
my doorstep hidden as I
am in Montana

Impossible demand for
an impossible love

You never knew the eagles
that were my friends or the
huge holes in my stories

Whitman and Ginsburg
can we all show each other
our New Yorks
(I'm ashamed of mine,
just kids staring at their phones)

Walt could show us wildnerness and
farms of Brooklyn

Perhaps we'd all be happiest with Allen
in some hopped up junky dirt
jazz cafe with whiskey in foggy

Take us to filth of alphabet city
then we could hide on lawns of
Union Square with the waning hippies

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


Sacred machine
we were made by
the same hand
the same god

My life force
flows into you
stainless metal perfection

Black thunderous
murder combustion

Blood bonded sweat
dreams fears glory
death we embrace each other
the way we understand each

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Should I prepare
myself for the invisible
golden throne

The one I gave my
new diamond heart to
all those years ago
in India

(the ecstatic tide of your
poverty and opulence
mama India)