Sunday, March 29, 2015

she had the mark 
of my poetry 

(all the signs of
inner beauty)

He wanted her to 
be the answer to the 
question 

make the pain go away 
even though buddha said 
to suffer 

and Jesus said to forgive
and Krishna said to Remember

and Osho said to die 
and Osho said to dance
and I just forgot to ride

I need to ride or die 
Hidden from my freedom 
long enough

Saturday, March 28, 2015

In the vast now of your ocean
timekeepers slip away from Sundays
April after April she wanes
for me

Moonblood expectations deliver
souls with perfect dawn
(nighttime with it's imprecise
melancholy
always asks for the same thing)

the beautiful forgiveness of
nothing

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

It's snowing in Montana
and I don't even
know your number

Maybe I could find it
up in the Himalayas

or maybe down in
some Polynesian
volcano

Maybe I could learn it
from the stray dogs
of India

Or sift through someone's
garbage in New York City

(but it don't matter
cause nothin' we could
say, could
say anything
anyway)



Instant lifetime
karma on a dime
could we just look
ourselves up in the
dictionary

and understand the strange
algorithm that makes us
tick
decode the warring dichotomies
in a
flash of
knowing

(we stood there once
breathing in the
darkness)

Sunday, March 22, 2015

What if I was already
gone
when you found me
sitting by the side of
the road

next to you around midnight
(that life was even rough
for an outlaw)

Shack inside a barn
(we loved it there
like it was a shadowy
 paradise)

Later you made that
underground white palace
shine

Perhaps I left too much of
my magic there

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Free enough to be alone
leave everything behind again
and again

(he tried to be interested in
things other people did;
lives
jobs
families)

all he ever cared about was the open
road
the juicy life

the wild and real ones

Saturday, March 14, 2015

So, assuming you can
read these poems psychically

(before I even write them)

then please,
finish these lines

(so we can be
together)