Monday, October 16, 2017

The thought police
don't like me
(tell me whose lives

what words are okay
to say

what books i can read

what to think and breath)

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Pushing these machines around
Wer'e all so scared
(we're all so strong)

Spirit machines riding
Ghost highways
broken answers

(dirt rider call home
we lost you in the slipstream
where have your lovers

Monday, September 18, 2017

Leave your ghosts behind
(it's time)

If you had to
remember that I loved you once
further than the sun
splattering passions and hemoglobin from
impressionist garden

This whole place is a holy
mirage risen from cosmic hearts
by our decorated skulls in this

Sacred burn, (again into a desert bird carrying us)
until the enlightned futures once
forgotten so long ago
speaking a language that no longer exists

staring into your eyes
ride this skeletal machine
fuelled only with death dreams

Thursday, August 31, 2017

I want a poet for a
Someone unafraid to

An animal ready to be
by God

Rushing fiercley into
the arms of the
Do you know how much
I loved you
sacred one

How your presense soothed
and lifted my spirit

How your hair brought
me back to Rome
when we first met

Did you know that the copy
of Leaves of Grass you gave
me is the only one
I own

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