Monday, November 6, 2017

I was a scholar

Now I hide amongst
dead armies of
zombie consumption

Rider terror through midnight
highways unseen by the

*she gave me things only trees
and stars and that old mountain
know about

We should have died to this world
together, let the animals survive on our

that would have been

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Such a beautiful
poet you are my darling
(the secret life I live
in your heart

what a welcome surprise;
a home to rest in.

those days on the Plateau
that goddess of a city
who gave us all her charms

I don't know why she loved me
so much

or how the gods allowed me to hear
you shouting down the street
that I was
"an enlightened prince")

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

One of the gods told her:
"You're afraid to let go 
cuz you've made something 
so beautiful 
and with so much pain"

Monday, October 23, 2017

It's beautiful that there
are things we do not know

Can't control 
the wave 

only how 
we ride the 

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