Sunday, July 5, 2015

And I don't know
what coast she's on
or if the mechanizations
of our souls ever stopped

Who else is gonna send you
some deep shit like

or remind you of the Buddha
of motorcycles and the
kind of phoenixes (burned up as we are)
that we have become

Saturday, July 4, 2015


...and the strip club
was closed
but every other jerk off
in Montana was putting on
a private fireworks display
so much so that in the parking
lot, from the back of my pickup
truck bed, we weren't
exactly sure if the real show
at the fairgrounds had started

but when the pros lit it up
there was no question and
she explained that each color
was emitted by
its respective element in less
than a tenth of a second
of excited
hoping to get what
I want
trying to let go of what
I want

I think the vastness of her
soul matches mine

Burn away the differences

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Did you strive to empty
yourself of Western poisons

Sit alone on an Asian mountaintop
just you and your motorcycle

Without the women and
the fortune and the

Did you give it all away for
the soft vacuum
of an empty life

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Goddess of all seasons
I wish you summer solstice
through my

Monday, June 15, 2015

Did you feel
the rain of my

The stillness
after I had
There's a beauty in aloneness
the irony is that I'm
Telling you this

From a distance
That does not
disrupt the tranquility

Reading the book
about Phaedrus
and the Buddha
of motorcycle