Glass breaking
steel/bone smashing
blood spilling
flesh eating

(we live on the free-rush-speed)
goin for 2tons
(jump high
pull low)

full throttle
die fast

Mutant drones
behave themselves
take showers

Mow their lawns
collect paychecks
they're doing it right,

Just like they learned
(from the other monsters)
reproduce,
consume

Die with security

Reverse phophets
interpret grammatology
twisting post-post-modern
back into structure

their brains functioning at a
pre-mythological level

bacteria writhing,
infecting each other
multiplying

Words slide
perfect
(our cells regenerated/
reintegrated infinitely
understanding the bond)

(But when your mind is gone
[fuck the buddhists; it's not a
good thing] down the tragic
road)

You only know ghosts
of yourself

funny how a
whole lifetime
fits itself

into one movie
(one brilliant ride
filled with color,
thumping through Asia,
blitzing across north America,
European precision,
fatal death-dance-sentient
explosion)

We became these dreamers
so long ago
(warriors of the long road)

Betrayed our secrets
sold blood
concocted venom
(antidote to the antidote)

The pleasure machines
gave us only more
machines
(and more needs)

The angel is shot down in flames
only to rise
again

You are the Buddha
warrior

Seeking
(answers to
the crime of)
Yourself

Drifting
(what you wished away
from her)
forgiving nothing

Betraying
(whenever driven deep inside
the heart-cave)
you both created
a

Dreaming
(living space outside/inside
of here)
a timeship

no more philosophy
time is moving
for us

pushing and pulling
the double helix

(she should have known
my number)

I don't know
the words
anymore

Did I ever let you
go
(Yes; I still believe in
the machines

The freedom and the
speed)

Climbed all the way
up into the sky
just to jump out and
see if we had
wings

(my poems tell me
when they're written)

Bitten by the spider
(the one who knows
our secret)

gave us her precious
venom

fangs milked of
god's seed

Spun our grave for
Us

Spun the cocoon of
our rebirth

bust through blood-times
leaking into motor-minds

rusted blind 
over infinite machine distance

(fragmented moon cycles merge
into flesh agreements)

Violated memories
hijacked mythologies
(wasted histories)

It don't hurt
to love her
(ride all
day

roll all night)

Loud pipes attract her
wind and speed's what
matters

Fly high every time
(love you all life
long)

It doesn't hurt at
all

Crashed through
the victory times
(blood and loud pipes)

Wounds salted to the max
back off the reindeer tracks
we got myths to support hear

Jack up on the caffeine stream
we got too much rhyme comin' over
the whacked out screen

(she stopped
for a second
to wonder if she got it
backwards in her dream)

wondered if maybe this
was the inverse of everthing

Over great distances
(winds of love)

What kind of faith
(carries you gently)

Into my arms

If I said
"in the spider's mind she loves
you"
(you know she dies for her young
and wounds her lovers and
spins a web
that holds the universe
together)

She wondered if he
ever tried to steal a cloud
or was he just a

Horse thief
and if he could find
her heart as if it was
some stolen jewel

lying in someone esle's
safe

Let us be the time
(changers)

Take my hand
stop
(move through the
continuum

to a place where we
stand together

Notice fiery heart lights
blending

Spider suspended in her web
dreaming of now)

Giver of light
and changer of
the universe

One who traipsed through
wilderness of heartspace
(dying/birthing
aching)

Weaver of the spider's dreams
forgiver of all pain

fashion a blade from this insanity
(a blunt object will not suffice)
shred your way through the
dense overgrowth

(love waits,
in a still pasture)

lemme giveya
the whole truth
maybe

I gotsomethin up
my dirtsleeve foryah

forgive my
angel/sainthood evil
ways

shewasthedevil
anyway
that's why we prayed
(perfect symmetry of
diminishing/eternal return)


forget the puns and the
wits and the innuendos,
double entendres 

(gimme the flesh dyads
of our sins/salvations)

Over great distances
(winds of love)

What kind of faith
(carries you gently)

Into my arms

Same magic
keeps both our moons
floating

(binary stars
orbiting)

Warmth of cave darkness

(stars light up my mind,
points of pain)

Pain gives us 
a light post to
follow

(down the terrible
road of
ecstasy)

Currents will take
everything
(thankfully)

I can take a whole
house and turn it
into one motorcycle

(one tattoo)

There is never an answer
(there is nothing unsolved
by poems)

Let us be
Wise
Free and
Unafraid

There have been symbols
signs
revelations
epiphanies
throughout

all whispering
"your poetry is the
answer to everything"

A stranger, in Port Authority
once asked, with indignity
why the poet, had P-O-E-T
tattooed on his left hand

As the indignant man was walking
away,
the poet said "you asked the question,
but you don't listen to the answer"

Seemed like a trick but
it wasn't

New bicycles for christmas
(dancin' slow to the dj in
the gym)

High on the good times
hidin' in the woods
stilleto in his sneaker

Crunching home through snow
immune to cold

filled with fire and
violence
crashing cars

burning down everything

No we can't turn it off
(and she just wanted somebody
to be lost with)

Standin' by the side of the road
it's hard not to know
which way to go

Mama always said
"ask the angels"
seemed too easy

Like when I was a kid
and they said
"turn it all over to
Jesus"

She wore a denim
skirt

Tequila in our saddle bags
so high and right
it started
first kick

Then we got high
forever

Kick start blind

Remember the road times
(empty dirt miles)

Black highway mountains
(eagles at dawn,
then the Puma,
while I was
alone)

Overheard in a Lower East Side Cafe

"I liked every single thing about
her,

Except who she really was".

I like the Time

(time to find
my spirit)

Call to my spirit
with an easy smile

(jump right outta
the plane)

Kick start
somethin'

Them country boys
keep writin' songs
about us

Remember that night
we burned down the trailer

You laid a warm blanket
over me (with your heart
wrapped around it)

--Stay close to your tribe
With wings to fall--

Our Mother Was a light
Worshipper

A Dancer With Angels
(We call her Sacred
Spirit Woman)

She lives with us
on the other side now

She moves with us,
Always within our
Hearts now

She tried to fly on
(lied to her own)

face in the mirror

takes the sadness pill
everyday
(throw it away)

I could break it if
you could stone it

I would burn it if
you would
own it

Poet wanders through
the world
(cowboy wild
animal pride)

Breaks machines beyond
pain (oil,
fire rain)

eats highway
pisses blood
screams steam

take the slow dream
reverse the main scheme
see you at the
beginning