Something else sacred
would have happened

if we didn't rattle our
ghosts together

Such a love for all things
(Poetry-mind)

Saw her moving outside
of all time

And we all go home again
after everything was over
the first thing she said was

(something about fire and
earth and a time when men
loved women)

Intensely beautiful
passion dancer

Earth Fire Earth
master

(I know your preacher
ancestors
and your ocean
sisters)

I've been waiting several
lifetimes this time
for you

The Christmas pain
and the light of all days
illuminates these poor
suits of souls

(I wear my life like a
rain soaked motorcycle
jacket)

Naked in the forest of my
mind

Hunting
Hunting
blood lust chasing

I was a ghost-seeker

Every word chosen
in this particular craft

(it's exquisite placement,
nuanced with its affect on
syntax)

deft as the subtle brush of
skin, igniting a billion suns

I.

luck of a Poet
that some one would
read his
poetry

II.

(so I give you the namaste
(hands folded in prayer,
bowing) or some such shit
(from the shadows))

far away from everything
with the dirty buhddas
meditating in India
Me I took the long way around

Wherever that kinda shit leads to
Down on that Brooklyn road
Like the way the light touched us

And I was going to fix everything
and I know it was your birthday
After we'd been freed
Some kind of Christmas pain

If we must leave
all things behind

(blind into the darkness
with nothing but our
own tattered holy
scriptures)

Let us not leave
motorcycles

For they are good
(perfect death-
nachines)

Move deeper
into darkness
the place of all
reckoning

(cave silence)
sweetness of
everything
dissolving

I want to be free inside
not strong

The innermost beauty
after everything is
gone

death of the
seeker

Absolute
aloneness

He is someone
who has accepted
himself

made peace with the
world

grows more beautiful
with age
laughing clown

Let the path
appear

True death is
to let go
of all things

Vanity
objects
others

Body
life
awareness

All attachment

Dog star
shadow
guidance

Build one
chopper
only

ride into
distance

reclaim
soul/life
peace

Behind the silence
behind the sorrow
behind the ecstasy

The illumination
is

Choose the way
of peace beloved
one

Not the way of
war
War with yourself

to bend another's will
to make the world submit

The forest is waiting beloved
one

Inside the inside
what does it look like

Dreamer's path of
darkness illuminated
by the warmth of a friend
and a stranger's
small act of
kindness

Be damned if all
he didn't do was sit
around dreamin a
motor
cycles

Stead growin up &
gettin a lick a sense
in em

He not only kept ridin
the damn things
he starts a sellin
im too

All coverend in tatt-
toos he was too

don't make no sense to
me

Sometimes
a small poem
changes everything

Freedom is the angel we
hunt
Pain is the demon from which we
run

Free of all pain
ride off again
and again

begin with another
song another cup
yes one more
cup
for the road

fire is the last resistance
emptiness your closest
friend

stick to the shadows
stick to your bones
(carry you home
the darkness will
carry you
home)

Oh master of nothing
you hold paper in your hand
with a stamp for a hundred grand

They said I'd be a wizard
they said I'd be the one
(but I'm just an old biker
I only know this one song
I am a lonesome poet
lost in the divine moment

This pain is my ecstasy darling
a world you cannot comprehend

leave me by the doorway
leave me with the shadows)

His hands were covered in tattoos
he said it was because he was outlaw

and this way
everybody understands

He was a golden eagle
in a golden sky

while she sang in the pyramid
to the perfect pitch of the chamber

their spirits were gone into the
sky
beyond the beyond the
beyond

I have done nothing
with my pain

I had hoped for at least
a symphony
or a novella
or simply

a timeship
by now

Them torches burn so bright
burn everything but stone
caves of my ancestors unharmed

Epic paintings of blood/berry pigment
animal god mythology
wear the fangs and bones
with sacred pride

And we ran
through the burned out structures
skeletons of crumbled castles

Time for poets so different
the eons/ages moments/spaces
infinite return of memory/stillness

Someday my brain
will understand the fire
which has turned to stone
all living memories

Still images born
of blood-regret-survival
ancestors starving/clawing

Sailing ships so many worlds
from home
so many worlds from
home
so deep into the strange
spaces

the stories of the
stories
we hide

Monumental milestones
tumble crumble on down
to the stone age roots our
our DNA

Blood running
wild through the streets
we scream this life away
intent on blowing through
the clouds with a viscous
smile

When I ride again
through all kinds of storms
everything can burn

Death has no intercession
No man can hinder me
Ride on with the King

Jesus as my witness
Can I get a hallelujah
She'll be my devil and my angel
When I ride again

without the memories
just a broken shell
too hollow to go on

What will we become
of the past projected outward
what if all we are doing

is travelling sideways until
so long ago

you shoulda broke me
then and not let me think
there would be no pain

So what that all the buddhas
chose me

waiting to be free again
(where did I go)

Who is this man I
travel with

does he remember the times.
know he was the one

in the mirror of my life
way back then
all these phases too hard
to keep up with

So many images to shed
I am someone I do not know

The softness of suffering
and ecstasy

so we rode in limos and
ate like kings
and danced all night
to them old guitars

Surrounded by the twisted metal
of perfect machines

You wanna ride
with us and the
Outlaws and such
and we don't care
and we don't back down

And we own the night
and we hold our own

The machines were
last to go

He read the entire arc in
her face
(angelic fearless
pensive)

saw fires burning
in the future landscape

rubble strewn highway
littered with beggars

I'm gonna miss these
people on the train

(she was so beautiful)

Burn through your
life soldier
and burn the gods down
and let yourself gently
slip away

and keep going
and going

slip into the soft darkness

Left with only images
pictures burning into ash

(backyard fire-pits
pine trees
daddy grilling
for us)

animals came to us
and the fresh new house
and the rotten old car

not knowing all of this would
fade

My Sag
arrows of truth
fire-words

You were my truth bearer Joan
The massive spiritual force
pushing me forward
holding me down

My rock and my
shield

All the machines
free me to no
avail

motion,
lives
generations

I am not the child
nor the man
all these phases

clouds in the sky

they cannot steal your
spirit beloved one

you know we are warriors
and that I protect you
always

More time alone to heal 

from ancient wounds

Time for shadows to 

dissipate

Church on Sunday mornins'
with mamma

Grandma cookin for the whole
world

Runnin free on bicycles
summer ache of freedom

(ride me away from here
gonna get me a motorcycle
and ride away from all this sorrow

sun's gonna shine with me
oh the suns gonna shine with me)

Did I use up all
the ecstasy

burned through all the
fuel

(nights he would walk among
the beggars chanting Morrison
poems waiting for the death-train
with the golden diamond

chariot of pain to come
blazing

Nobody wants the pain
that makes you free
some people can't even dream

So, Iv'e flown with
birds in the sky
seen the dreams in god's eyes

floated through the goddess field
(she held me like a child through those
Montreal nights
so long ago
those mountain night highs)

You'd better wash me white as snow
take all those times away

let mamma go let the
intricate weave of karmic loss
go let the fantasies
and the screams

you better let yourself go
go
go

gone,
gone
gone

on the way to becoming
something karmic shifted
cosmic light emanating

through the buddha-field around us

Those candle nights
in Pune

(Now the master is gone)

Rode our Enfields to the temples

Tore down the dragon within
Beheaded with the light-sword

Lakshman, brother of God
where are you

I need the truth again
free me from the material life
that simply doesn't work

American cowboy
dead-end

(jump the wall my friend)

I'm sure I'll meet myself
somewhere and I'll tell myself
exactly what to do

The answer is right here
I just haven't gotten there
yet

Someday my light
(somewhere back in
the darkness)

Someday it will all come shining
back in

Sunlight through
my forest

(forest of my childhood freedom)

We'll ride there baby
some old dirt bikes

go campin' like we always
said,

those will be the days

Trying to come
to terms with something
beyond lifetimes

Underneath the wheel of
sadness and joy

Beneath the trappings of ecstasy

Who will face themselves alone
with a candle

(enter the nothingness)

Tired of the human game
locked in battles of good and
evil within ourselves

(freed of the phantom identity)

Cloud-like brother
we still can ride

into the mists of time
travel to a now we understand
(a now we understand
wave your magic hand
we'll build the cities
we dreamed of

so long ago,
amongst our childhood
ruins)

wound our way through the
jungle trails

Dirt roads, then the dessert
canyons

(humans must have learned to
speak from animals)

I will ride away softly on
my infinite death
machine

the taste of us ringing
around the sun
in a simple loop

Tropic of Aquarius

Radio Christmas
rain on our technology

(lights shine through us,
electronic stars bring
home the same thing

cave men saw in fires
truth too silent to need words

some grunts, and animal
surges of reptile urges)

Softest humans
promise ourselves freedom/forgiveness

We love each
other's beautiful souls

and that's enough

slower
than evolution
we ride
waves into the brutal
time machines of her
afterthoughts

You want to see
my joy,
you'll have to be very
quiet my love

(so silent as to not hear your
own heartbeat)

You'll have to let not only my story
go, but your story about my story,
and your own self that you see in my
self)

after all that silence,
then when you let go of that silence
and see the stillness
and find what is behind the stillness

Then there is something for you
my love

Teen dream
of escaping Christmas
(the Western nuclear conundrum
parasiste-capitalist-paradigm-of-guilt-
destruction)

Thirty-something enter the Asian
Miasma (destroyed in it's facsimile to emulate
America)

Burned out, scarred by fire and sent home
by the embassy

only to return unbroken to the
teen angst fears
humble facade of crumbled
bravado

it's only tears and blood my
child
we can burn them away,
let's burn them away
away
away

Somewhere/Somewhen
my hippie dream is sleeping (dreaming)

in a Mexican poncho
with very long hair
with grass in his pockets

Old Vinyl (Beatles, and Dylan
and such) spinning

Poetry on napkins
everything coffee stained

Her reflection of
herself in
me

was a shattered mirror
she was afraid to look at

Fractured beauty

maybe the part of her
brain that felt empathy
was turned off by her
own pain

and that pain opened another
part that told her she felt what
others felt

through the shattered reflection

Ole country boy why
you livin in the big ole city
can you hear them streams a
callin

(you ran wild in the forest all them
years ago,
foolin with the motorbikes and such

and the police couldn't catch us
ever

and the good times they
stands on their own

yes them good times
stands right up and holler
on they own)

Wave rider

of the fantastic 

time machine

Skull driver

Dimension warper 

this mind

Can't keep up with 

the changes

too free to play 

it safe

They bleached our minds
bleached them white as
snow

Forgot to tell us about
the mother-lands
Mama-Africa
Mama-India
the rest of Asia

All the beautiful original peoples
we are just lost ghosts
faded into pale
contortions
of empty techno-triumph

Destroying with
consumption

My long lost
brothers and sisters
living with the forest
with the desserts
close to the trees and roots
and animals

forgive me for leaving
all those eons ago
take me
home

Just a skeleton with wings
am I

Freer than the spirit
who haunts this planet

Waiting for the oceanic
experience of the womb

Something like the cave-shamans
and the big mama goddesses of
35,000 years ago

When women led the tribe with
loving tenderness

before man forged iron
or even threw stones

Cave-mamma goddess
take us back
in your arms

Asian pear
hints of candy
aftertaste

Succulent
perfectly round
and juicy

Can you build your own
machine

Deconstruct the haunted
cities of your mind

My Radio is A time Machine
Her hair is a universe of its
Own

(Maybe I'll dream about
Everything you Say)

[so I had this old
record player in Brooklyn
once: with a Crystal receiver]

The luscious Primeval forest
of her Young
old soul
innocent
Mind

Wilderness of pain
freeing into the vastness
primeval forest

Do you remember
the last outpost we
crossed

Entering the smooth
wilderness of our
vast connection

Motorcycles drove us to the
border then we walked on
soft moccasins beyond
the beyond

(hey, there we
go,

wow, there we
go)

She told me about
some salt-shaker box
they moved into in
Utah,

and that she never dreams of
wings anymore
and how she came clean about
what happened in the 70's

Insisting a little too much
about how happy she
was

Yeah all them Fluxus
poets, musicians artists

Keep on flowin man
play your guitars on the
subway,

Sing just like Bob Marley
(pretend that it's the 1920's
and you're e.e. cummings
in the Village)

Why should we capitalize
his name, when he did
not

(So go write
your poetry)

Drink up,
fill your cups,
love your women

Dreamtimer man
dreamtimer
get on with it

the shuffling off to paradise
it's just them whiskey visions
sober up man
sober up

find your
own visions
find your own
god

She's good at
believing the lies
she tells herself

Tells me she don't mind
givin' up the ranch

and that she never really liked
horses anyway

And who else will carry you
in her womb
and suckle you at her breast

and swaddle you in soft blankets

To Hallow one's self
as in sanctify, create
a sacred image that
can be worshiped

All Hallow

So we danced way past
midnight
with the spirits and the blood
and the angels and the naughty nurses
and the overgrown schoolgirls

Music raging we fevered
through the moves

and waited into the morning for
the F train to come
and all the revelers in full
regalia pouring through the
turnstiles

Everybody talking and laughing
all the strangers grooving to each other
and we were singing

and we laughed all the way to Brooklyn
The whole train-car

Rode on with the
Goa syndrome

We were nothin'
but kings on Enfields

Thousands of miles from
home

(with the Western wishes
gone
and the Gold in our bones)

locked down
in the back of our
own minds

Strange way
to enter into
the dream

American Mythology
reduced to staring into
the void
of
technology

Beat of the drum
(Rhythm of my soul)
banging,
banging,
through this life


Pavement, asphalt
dirt, blood
bones
(the bones calling)

DNA changing
twisting to find
you

Goddamn spooky
action at a distance
haunting

And so we
remember

all the nights we
tried to
be free

Fleeing on two wheels
combustion roaring through
open pipes
no helmets
Cuban cigars

The French-Canadian girls
hanging on and screaming

we never slept at night
greeted dawn in surreal
vigilance
the sky was
a sacred candle

All these archaic intentions
I mean, we just...
hit the open road
smashed all communication devices
buried most inventions
scattered our possessions

A kind of invocation of
Wilderness

Every molecule
in existence conspired
to create us

LIRIOPE

If the story's not finished it's
because you didn't write
it

Fragile goddess of infinite pain
you can write it with your
pleasure seeking

(that you wear as a loose garment
masking the innocence you refuse to
surrender

that corrupts you to the core, )

I understand your pain and fear of
exposure,
shocked into the distance one day so
long ago

The child you lost that day,
the one you forever cling to forgetting
the world is your
only real friend

I.
He started out
ridin' greasy motor bikes
not givin' a fuck

his only salute was the
middle finger

(some say he had a heart a
gold, )

High school drop out smoked
his brains out and took a thousand
Trips (again, some say)
he had a silver lining to his mind

and that he used to lay in the woods
and speak with trees

(just a figurin' how to grow
his wings)

II.

So sorry painful soldier
with the music so loud
your ears are bleeding

and your just crashin cars
like they was candy
(she asked him once
why you so angry)

Takin vengeance on everything
around you
(sorry soldier that she smashed your
heart like a piece of ice with the
cosmic/karmic sledgehammer)

He built sheds to protect his machines
fragile american iron of black and chrome
dangerous spitting animal of violent
combustion

III.

So the soldier returns to
the roots of his maternal
ancestors (brooklyn, flatbush and
such)

Arms himself with scholarly dignity
reads the masters and Chaucer and
Derrida, and Foucault and all them
wizards

So he's partially covered in tattoos
now with the whiskey smile of a hundred
goddesses swirling in his aura
(an aura polluted with Asia and the
Western poison)

IV.

bathed in the purity of a doorway
out of the past
(slip between the clouds when she's not
looking
whisper goodbye in the twilight morning
in between the worlds)

We had so much
power in those nights

vibe-high on the
molecules we shared
breath of angels

burned by the light
we shed during some
kind of karmic
fission

I'd like to unlock

the mystery between 

us 

whatever the universe 

has hidden inside each 

other 

for us

I think if
Jesus were here
today he'd probably
ride a club style Dyna,

All blacked out
custom fab'd straight pipes
smoked windscreen

Some trick engine
mods he wouldn't tell
anybody
about

Do we all run
find something to hide behind
Mountains of lives
tumbling endlessly

Music reciprocating
mellifluously through
space-time

I think I've been
in exile for some
time now,

Wandering my way,
(weaving my way)
Home to you

What kind of witch
doctor would understand
what binds
our souls

So the breath that
moved the cosmic
dust that we are

formed into us
from the same
place

Spooky action at a distance
magnetic forces irrelevant to
space/time

Peaceful journey
back to the void
whatever that means

Is what you think it means
this poem is for you
(whoever you are)

should come shining
now

Let me be
in the silence without you
beloved

I am only the voice
of my love for you
breathing poetry

Yes I've sought out
seclusion
burned with a deep
silent fire-path-reaching
always-reaching
further

Beyond the beyond
gone gone beyond the
beyond
hail the goer

(somebody said that,
and it's been repeated infinite times
but it's worth repeating)

Gone, gone, gone,
beyond the beyond
hail the goer

(and our hearts go
together)

So you think with a
poetry-mind
move animal quiet
with soft boots not
touching the earth

(ride fire-machines
love explosions and
the death rush)

don't sit easy on a
shelf or in a box
draw back an
arrow

but I'll be gone before
you let if fly
gone before you
let it
fly

Don't worry baby
we're cosmic baby
it's written all over the
faces of our souls
you and me
(everything knows
about us)

Don't worry
(all those Montreal Nights
and Pune times
you shine over those baby)
you shine

I mean,
I'm just workin'
through these cosmic blues
(yeah, so I can hear
the celestial music
and I sat at the feet of avatars
we rode Enfields and shit
no helmets no shirts
through the Indian miasma
two-stroke-death-fog clings
overhead
Caressed by a thousand goddesses
not enough to take away the pain of
lifetimes carried into the sacred temple
she sang above the angels
enough to cave the pyramids)

We just rode away on horses and
you smiled only once and
the fates rearranged the universe
just because the shift fucked up
every little thing
everywhere

Some distance
from the star
runners

(galactic type shit
and the funk of cosmic
destiny bleeding
stains and scars remember
good times easily in the
fog and rain we cry like
clouds where eagles
once flew
but it was us those wings
and infinite power
shake it off baby
shake it off
we'll be alright
I'll make things right
in all times
before this happened and
after )

So whatever;
just lost in
my mind again

cause there's no such
thing as the present
it's just a story they
told you

Hollywood-suburb
narrative about
who we shoulda been
baby

(who we shoulda been
baby,
whisper it slow
to no one)

Heavy fog sets in
chemicals change
(less rage
hardening of the heart)

We need fire for
cleansing
simply

for the pyrothechnics

Those old poetry
times that never
died

(somewhere lost
inside us alive)

I'm alive in you I
can feel it
through the stone
sitting in place of a
heart the
machines that ate my
brain say its
fine this way

(don't worry I'll find a
way to free myself from
the blindness of
pristine knowledge)

Remember when
phones were dead and
locked away in homes
and when you were on
the street

You were on the STREET
and everybody was so alive
and looking each other dead
in the eyes

I'm just a fragment of a fragment
now
philological illusion

Simulacrum of a simulacrum

You keep playing with
the time-stream

Accumulation of psychic-scars
torn from the mental
wars

Piece it all together in
your broken collage
mind-scape

in fuzzy corners of time
I hold you

Philistines tend to break
down under sustained
intelligent
conversation

Add that to the technical
bouncing around of devices
and short attention spans

Sometimes when the artist/intellectual
is accused of "talking too much"
it is simply the former's way

of expressing an inability to
actually implement cerebral abilities
for anything other than
quick primal impulses

The dumb accusing the eloquent
of possessing
oratory prowess

Machine Freedom
(fighting off extinction)

Prehistoric drives
primal urges untamed
animal ride

adaptation evolution
addiction-vibe

when you gonna
grow outta your
silly death
drive

The surge
of dopamine
rush

(crushed flowers
life trampled,

or was it us that trampled
the fragile lotus
of infinite power

that bloomed
between us)

your paradise is
still waiting for you

all you have to do is stop
projecting the box you live
inside of

for an instant
look through the walls of
your glass houses

into the eyes
(in the eyes of the
eyes you
love)

treading water in the
buoyant swampy fields
of the philistine

Unknown corners of
my soul hidden
to their eyes the
best part of whatever
shines
unseen

Did you write your
life down in rhythm

space your soul out in
equidistant measures
to all corners of our cosmos

(kiss the inside of the cloud
we floated down to earth
on)

If you don't believe in
winged horses

why would they ever
believe in
you

Do you count the
moons that have gone
by since we
watched the spider
build her mystic web

(she was watching us
weave our sacred
blanket)

Or do you just feel them tick
by on the heel of your
heart

A guy that lived on
the street in Seattle
would tell your fortune
for two dollars,
or a hit of whiskey
or a beer

I heard him tell someone
"your mission is to stay where
you are and
let your life unfold. I repeat:
your mission is to stay where
you are,
and let your life
unfold"

Buddha called it "the lonesome
path of splendor, and
the only journey worth taking"

or was that a zen parable
about cake, and...

what if this illusion
crumbles suddenly

will you be directly in
my vision

where your'e
supposed to be

Excerpt from a 19th century letter, on a cattle drive

I come too far to stop now.
I hurt real proper
and some say I should see
a doctor.

But I won't have none of it,
as a man should always do
what he set out to do and not quit.

If a man says he's gonna go from one
side o' the country to the other,
then he ought to do it,
for no better reason than he said
he was gonna.

"Quittin is somethin' that quitters do,
and that ain't our kind son"

is simply what pappy always
sayd.

Aloneness fantasy
cabin in the woods
American dream of
stillness

running through the infinite
winding cosmic pathways of
all my lives

I expect to find you again
find you again
(dream you again
create us
again)

Do you see that
I tried to find you

Did everything I could
to break down the walls
between us

All my darkness
surrounds one frail
candle

enduring,
that tiny little candle
hides small beautiful things
(tiny little things like
God's love
Mama's love
spring grass
campfires
friend's trust
first kisses)

these frail objects withstand
the world's darkness and it's
infinite onslaught

Maybe she just put a face
to the broken heart he already
had

(thought she was gonna light up
his world
reminded him of the Asiatic-high times

(tore him down to the dirt and grass
beautiful earth and grass)

What would you have
tattooed inside
your heart

if things had gone
differently

(would you hide your angel-self
from me
run from your demons so hard
I couldn't find you)

What kind of fate joined us
for that protracted instant

Scouring the places
I've lived

hoping there is some
meaning I left behind

Wanting to be someone
equals failure

Zen parables
far predating the technological
anti-social structure

of post-post-post modernity

Remember when you were gonna build a chopper
hit that open road with
just a wrench and a dream

maybe find those golden
pastures

some infantile
biker's fantasy

(west coast visions
sand and sun

a lifetime of two
wheels)

Anti-hero

Love
show me your
home now

I've come so far
lost and weary soldier
that I am

to knock
at your door

Where can I run to
beloved

We stole our hearts
each of us

all those moons ago
(all those moons ago)
all those
moons
ago

I knew someone like me once
looked the same

(things have gently changed/stayed-the-same)

subtle evolution

Trying to have no
identity

But the world wants
me to have one

(dissolving
in my little room,
in a place they call
brooklyn

But there is no such
place

Just my empty heart
dissovling)

If we meditate
simultaneously

You will see the invisible bird
of us
leaving

My one fire
twin

our breath is
the same

some lifetime
will find
us

I forgive you now
for loving me in the
dangerous crepuscular
glow

of our skeletal infraction
against the twilight of
infinite ecstasy

(I carried dynamite into
the coalmine, thinking
innocent whispers of pleasure
would carry us safely across
the paper bridge
of my intentions)

still there is the eternal
centrifuge of us
spinning in stillness

It's good

(I've gone far enough
down the ghost path
no one can find me)

Not enough drama
for anyone to
hold onto

too much silence/stillness
to relate to

I know I waited
till after I became a
ghost

And that you have moved
on beyond now

and that
that world is just a dream
now,

even though I'm just now
returning there
to say
it's
alright

Find ways to
love people

(flee not from
their pain)

I have wings on my
wings

(i have never seen)

the skies
beyond my
skies

come and ride
come and fly
away
with me

We are all wounded
(find a way to hide
behind our pain)

Some angel will free us
Yes, some angel will free
us

Stay alone with
just one candle
(just one candle)

She will find you

Remember those poetry times
back when I was so alive?

Nothing but acres and acres of
mountains and trees
and me with my lonely
machines

So much love to
throw away
Warmth of strangers
and lovers
tumbling

I am just a ghost
to most

figment of some other
time

Caricature to others
(no one to myself)

Haunting a distant
refuge of
now

Maybe I will just grow
my hair and beard

Pray to different gods
ride some un-trusty machine
into other worlds

I am constructed
of so much resistance
(burned out defiance turned
inward)

Something smolders
deep and still

unnameable power surging
into nothingness

(what kind of explosion
would it take)

When midnight
placed you like
a dewdrop
inside the

perfect space of the white
cave of my mind

and ecstasy swept
it's analog fingers
across our peaked out
flesh

(dug it's fingers into
the sand of our souls)

I didn't realize the pact
we made
(to intertwine our spirits
with breath)

was so unequivocally
unbreakable

ODE TO MY UNSTOPPABLE FIXIE

Black and mean don't give a shit
sanitation truck slime
potholes
homeless stragglers
Moving; buses
cars
trucks
(you smoke jerkily by
one lumpy pedal at a time)

Red handlebars and grips
Bitching at anyone in the way
"pay attention, pay attention"

Full outlaw, riding on sidewalks
no helmet,
no stopping

I love you black
fixie

At a certain point you begin
to search for your self

The you from photographs
the you from as recently
as five years ago,

Wondering what you have
in common

Ghost times
ride the waves
Back to where we are

sleeping on the midnight island
haunted children

what did you want
from our time
dream seeker

(forget the highs
and the crashes and
everything I told you)

What did I tell you
(what did you read in
the secret Akashic
messages I hid for you
in folds of
melted spaces)

Slow migration of
fire into
the interior

Cooling of the rages/lusts
(searching for something
inside the emptiness)

dust off the diamond
of Asia
remove the pollution curtain
from my heart

I'll find the silence
again

(rage on with the
machines)

She don't read these
poems

She's not even real

Fleeting thoughts
of "being a real Person"

(slipped under-ground
again
maybe go third-world-hero
again)

someone who would understand
my pain without
speaking

Remember that space
in-between all places

Only you know the me
that we know from
there

"Gone, Gone, Gone,
Beyond the beyond
Hail the Goer!"

Yeah I mean,
ride away man

And wave goodbye

Let the lights dim
and the dream dissipate

then it begins

Building the
machine of my
freedom in my
mind

Dealer transfer
cost
+custom-parts/brothers
wrenching

Typical shit
loud as hell,
stoplight fast
dirty

Pollution fog
of the mind pill

time erodes senses/
sharpens tastes

a thousand lives
distilled into a
poem

Eagle screams in
silence
the dream of a dream
of a dream we had

slipping sand
dissipating mists

grasping for ghosts

Are you an
old soul hollowed
out with light

Do you still fear the darkness
have you invested in the nuclear/capitalistic
structure

If you can, walk away
if you've already walked away...

If you never even had to walk away
cause you never even joined the parade

(you wanna ride
with me

totally fuckin'
free)

All these people
trying to live

(I'm trying to forgive


to be in aloneness)

creating
birthing
striving

(I only
ride in violent
silence)

Freedom of pure
aloneness

(light starts to escape
my heart...)

Past life love/pain

old soul lovers

found me freedom
aloneness

where to from here

tear down the heart walls
let the light out/in
again

Surrender the heart wound
play the giver of light

(sacred brother of fire)

RIDE

Whatever star
charged us with this
fate

I can't return the molecules
that have agitated themselves
into the element of fire
(they seethe and worm
coal that won't stop
glowing)

Curse time and destiny
(things I once bowed to)
for giving me half of
what I asked for

What kind of eternal-return
dooms us to this fragile
abundance of gloomy-ecstasy
circling like hawks waiting for
our spirits to leap in death
for an infinite
reprieve

I'm asking my poetry
why

(we don't understand
anything)

bitter filters of
ghost-dreams
streamed in tatters

we rose with all our
molecules in those
moments

fiery avatars
unleashed

I love the part of me
that loved you without
fear

(I loathe the part of me
that loathes me)

ok so the old times
fade away
and these are the times
we don't understand

(that time we flew,
you remember I showed you
how I was an eagle)

I haven't had a summer
since you've been
gone

you wanna meet
me in the 70's
somewhere

I'll wait for you on a
big rock
on a hillside

car parked below
we don't ever have
to go home

I've gotten used
to being invisible

I'm surprised when
someone can see
me

You wanna quit work
and go to life

Or should we quit life and
hit the road

Is there another planet, or
moon or astral plane we could
inhabit

(Tired of this time travel
baby)

If you know my heart
you understand the poems

(if you understand the poems
you are the one)

if you are the one you must
free yourself

Then I will be free
also

(and when I free myself
you also
will be free)

our hearts beat in one space
that time we intertwined the
breath

We are suspended in that one
heartbeat/breath

Time has stopped only
we are spinning
let the spinning stop

open your eyes
I am here

I can chill
for a hundred years
(lay low,
take it easy)

You might come back to
me as a bird
singing in my ear

or you could just be
the whole sky for me

200 light years away from
you

If the gods can travel that far
I can too

She said something
about "all she had
left was brooklyn"

But that's all
she ever
wanted

So much passion
turned inside

sitting here turning
to stone

If I could disappear now
(meditation band-aid)

She was the song I wanted
to hear

Until they ripped the pavement
away

If we met in another
life it would probably be
this one and I would
hold you

in that same forbidden
instant which is the only
place we are still alive

(that was our moment of
perfection shattered)

Do you remember how I told you
that waking up with you was so
much happier than I could have
imagined

(I am simply a ghost
now)

Remember when people were
human
and we lived in cars

Stereos turned liked
brains
and turntables rolled
like joints

She was american and oh
so 1975

Rock n Roll was
alive and fading
but we didn't
know anything

but the waves and the
growing pains

Back in the 20th
Century

And I love what
is inside of you

Like 5000 years
jammed into my heart

it is said
that the answer lies in
not being anybody

Stopping to be someone


(Like passing by somewhere
on an unremembered village
road)

We have to let our
own hearts go

(When I learned your
name

I learned the name of my
own heart)

I've become so
something

(and the time with
myself)

Not needing to be alone
not needing to be with someone

Right down the line
(zen circle)
circus jerk

Hit parade
beat down the gauntlet
haunt down the haunted

hunt up the hill
light from the next star
guides us into
this
realm

Devotional Warrior

Devotional warrior
Maybe the ghost of
my ghost
Will find you

I love all of the people you
Love
and all of the people they
Have ever loved

Just a tattooed stranger
To this world
(I wish we could live
Forever)
My friends,
so much

And the dreams
All rusted
Still breathe

She says there
are no wings
On the real ones

(only we know
what happened
inside
The pyramids)

You never had it
Cut-out for the
Outlaw life

Ridin' dirty
Runnin free

Listen to the
Poems as they
Write me

Riding my bicycle
through dirty Brooklyn streets
I am a child again

you go barefoot into
the temple

remember I told you
we'd meet at the gate

My poems became
new for you

Haunted by ourselves
all our Manhattan lives
(India times
Montreal nights)

Pune highs
(our ecstatic moment
at the center)

Another window
to reciprocate
Infinity

She was searching
From the inside

Forget about the
Chakras
And the third
Eye

It was more about
The earth and the
City
And the machines
of Freedom for her

She worshipped
the Warrior Goddess
and embodied her
Power

(Soft chaos of destruction
warm anarchy of
Creation)

Goddess of New York
(she found me)

Your children are
dancing

Your music is
overflowing its
cup

I never felt
so beautiful

and I can smell
the piss in the streets

and I love it cuz
it means I'm here

in my city.

Be here so totally it
changes everything

(She's so New York
City)

You can enjoy her
enjoying her beauty

Crash through the beauty and
the pain
(you wanna ride with me)

Set yourself on fire with the
freedom again
(come ride with me)

You need to feel the wind and
the strain of everything
falling behind you

Strange sunlight filtering into
your mind at
illicit speeds
(it's just the dream baby,
I know you wanna...
ride with me)

Crash the portals
down the floodgates

something is washing ashore
here

(ghosts remember the shifting
coastline)

Knock on the green door
that is no longer there

Lift your glass and
raise your cheer

For these are the
Poetry times

Some say she couldn't use
her own magic

Others, that fire burns
its way home

Me, I noticed tiny
specks of glass in the sidewalks of
4th avenue

And reckoned them to
be the same as
stars

so I'm still alive
somewhere in the future

somewhere in a time I have
not prepared for

Having worn out the gods
(I am cradled by the
goddess)

The one who cares for
warriors and wayward children
of which I am
both

We write poetry sometimes
living on the streets
it shouldn't be this sad

To fall into ecstasy
remember when we knew
it would grow like this in bliss

And I had so much time
to listen to your voice

If you believe you are
beautiful

Nothing will harm you

(All my primal lives)

Come shinning
(bloodbeat of the
drums)

Boom-ba-boom-boom

She has the cool
fire of the old
world

(sort of a panther dancer
white heat flame)

meeting we sense
spirit
purity of enlightened
animals

matching frequencies
surpassing the gods of
domed temples

Hey Central Park Firefly
We wished Proust happy
birthday tonight

Outside on 5th avenue
after French class

( upper west side
dinner on a rooftop,

Full moon talk of
neo-positivists
skydives,
Brazilian wives

and the forever of
endless infinity
within
NYC

New York Goddess Magic
(hidden in the circle)

Secret time flow power
the Magi float
invisible icons
towering

Waiting to infect
your bloodstream
with unending
perfection

We shouldn't worry so Much
about forever
until we're never gone

Nowhere else to dance
but now,
Dance but now
(there is a place we can meet / In between all this)

After the phantasm
(stars burn out)

river runs dry

(left with only the
breath)

Pure life
a small spark that ignites
everything

afterthoughts
future
city

rain
lightning
freedom

Raven
cloud
thunder

sun
wind
moon

forever
lost
found

remember
us

sort of need to be loved
(in a sacred way)
relax into the dreams you've sown
you are always home

So much happened here
in these primitive dwellings

The aloneness helps you
feel your poetry

Stay with the fear
of these places

I wear the dark city
skyline like a blanket

sat right there with 

the gods

(left their temples behind)

How much blood

needs to be 

spilled

Before 

securing a place

in Valhalla

Show me
where to go
Goddess

Where I can
Live
and Love
and Ride
Free

I need to be a warrior
for someone

I tried to save you
for so long

the devil took you
from me

I hope my gods are
stronger  than
their's

You'll know the places
I've gone,
through my poems
(my love)

Shield of Achilles,
mostly depicting
peacetime,

However we single out,
as did the fleet footed hero,
the glory of victory
(aided by the gods)

HEY OSHO

Remember that time we jumped
off the cliff

Sannyas while the band played
rose petals
cosmic field of dragonflies

intrepid spiritual warrior
unafraid naked
shadows

heavy machines
with our broken apparatus

all the philosophy infused
into your bloodstream
by crazy dreams

(the way your chemicals unhinged
at the sight of raw truth)

How could it be so taboo,
the essential
passions of heartglow

(heated our blood to a boil
cured all ills
every cell alive)

The facts are
subjective

I remind you of a truth
too bold to face

Easier to look
away
look away

Dixie flag burning
haunted memories of
what was stolen

(the fast machines can
heal me)

My cave is filled with only
power

Those river nights
(empty space of us)
we each hunt

Some ecstatic dream
elusive

(the problem with stopping
time, is
it just hangs there)

You'd have to be willing to
burn down everything you
know

let me find the way back
to my heart-
cave

no machines
can save us
(lust of highway magic
open pipes screaming)

Fog lifting speed
hurtling bodies
towards fatal
death/crush

(planetary motions draw
us in preconceived
algorithms)

blood on the stars

white ghost machine
of infinite power

We are already one
integrated flesh plastic
metal

spasmic thrust air/fuel
combustion pollution
anger howling

I belong to you
This thirst keeps me
alive

Drives me towards the beautiful
Death/crush/wish

For Joan, On Mother's Day

For showing me daffodils
and healing my wounds

teaching me the arts
how to draw from sight
how to believe
how to dream

For always believing in
the poetry in me
in the freedom of me
(in the wildness of me)

For being a life guide
a spirit guide
and an incredible force of love

for being the presence of cosmic
goddess force that brought me into
this world and stood guard over me

and for the infinite splendor of your
soul, that lives in my
soul

Fire-haunted times
we danced
without sleep reaching
to the sky of us

We need a new place to run to
without fire
(haunted)

Will someone find the ruins?
Some philologist correctly
assemble the perfect
fragments of what happened
between us

Radio darkness whisper
campfire silence
burn

(down the dirt path where
we are still,
hovering invisible blackness)

Indian quiet
(these things burn wholes
through all other
things)

There are no walls to be built
around the places we broke
open

All our heroes faded
old machines rusted
(we ran outta timeships
baby,
left our magic in the street,
by the curb--where we once
laughed at infinity)

You think you are my muse
but it's my idea of you
that's my muse

The way I haunt myself with poetry
propelling visions into the next few
worlds,
Processing dialectics of the brains polarities

transitioning from polluted enlightened cities
to coldness of lawnmower people suburbs
and the frightened forests

Enough of living in these dark houses
My white horse is waiting
(free me Kanthaka,
free me)

Early one lifetime
(windswept and time-soaked)
we spilled into the
angel-dawn

Outlier and beautiful
nothing to do with the system
engines burning we
knew it was wrong
and the only thing we could do

to complete the universe

With all my blood
I love them

Terrible machines
of lust and fire
Demons growling

Hurtle through space-time
beautiful death

Fire Princess
Make love in the dawn

(We can be nomadic heroes)

Welcome inside
the infinite circle

Let's make the earth and sky our
home

Goddess of the
fire-hair and
Athenian Magic

Pure Goddess Power
This is what we live for

I'll let my life
flow to you

(let my river
run to you)

welcome you inside
my poetry

We're getting younger
Gosho,
(let's ride into our infancy,
dumb teen luck,
ride like we were as old
as 20)

Completely fuck it up
stupid kids,
break our hearts
search for the sun

See,
My brother and I
don't know anything
about the walls


He likes to fly.
jump out of anything
(off buildings, cliffs, ect...)

Funny how we're getting younger
(stronger,
dumber)

You were just
a child while
I was in India
(dreaming)

Hunted angels
into the past

wicked machines
of fury burning

holes right through
our lives

so we rode
with kings

long ago into
the future

radio waves/
analog screams

(lost in an age of metal
we cry for fire)

Katherine and I rode
bicycles in Pune
Her father, only a child,
ran messages behind enemy
lines, fighting the Germans

Her mother nursed an American soldier
in a house, converted to a hospital
In his gratitude
he stole her a bicycle

She had the last of Dutch royalty
in her blood
and spoke of an aboriginal telling her
that every where he looked, all he
saw was,
"white ghost seeking"

White ghost seeking
through the machines
(sift souls for
meaning, gold)

Try to pretend you
did not see the lighting
flash between us

when the Phoenix beckons
you can't hesitate

Broke down your
walls of paradise
(we ate the poison fruit)

Can you hear it calling
In dreams
in waking

Remember that time
we came upon our selves
hidden in the white cave

STASIS (by Reginald Bryant)

Follow your breath.

When it comes (and it always does).

It will come as a fire that stops short of immolation

and then quickly recede into a slow burn.

The pain will be exquisite.

Listen for the hum of machines

who never yearn or tire

or eat, or sleep or want.

Focus on that soothing drone of industry.

On the safety of things far removed from that fever.

I waited
underneath the clouds
to see the pink moon
for you

(The crickets were singing)

you don't wanna crash
you don't wanna die
you just wanna fly

I know about the
rust and the blood
and the rest of the
stuff...

(didn't I tell you to
burn your house
down)

My motor is strong
and everything's already undone
and we haven't got long
to live

You should ride
with me

Bring two
or three of
your Gods,
and let's see
what happens

FOR MY PERSIAN FAIRY

We all wrote Rumi
(cracked open as we are)
Light gushing everywhere

What have you seen in
my poetry

Did it take you somewhere

(I would like to go there
with you)

Everybody's waitin' to die
(me I'm just tryin' to keep 
flyin')

I was a long haired hippie
type
broke the rules
outlaw style

Slinging dirt
with open pipes
full throttle disease
anything illegal was
free

It's all right to
burn it down
burn it down

(just burn it
down)

I'm gonna ride
for you

Golden haired
baby blue

(you know I have a sky
for you
inside)

The times we fly
the times we fly

Real as shit
Got my back
got my wings

Bullets are nothin
when it comes to
friends

(we ride
we fly
never die)

Ghosts on the run
let's ride with our skulls

After jumping from planes,
and blah, blah, blah...

We hid in mountains
kept it in the vault,
ran from the cops (of course)

All of our romantic notions
foolish as they may seem

A kiss
(Puma)
Death-Wish

If there were someone else
to write poetry to

We should find them
(search the galaxies)

But these are for
you

It's like something
cut me in half

(let go of
letting go of the pain)

tigers held at bay
what a tenuous prayer

paper thin path
to the sky

(we were already
constellations)

So they brought
you back to the sky brother
where you belong

She's beautiful
and filled with pain

Tattoo my heart
Hang the sky with 
images of life

Thank you for jumping off
cliffs
showing us how
to live

But wait
(I'm true to
myself)

Haven't sold a
thing

I was the only one
imprisoned by these
dreams

(you flew away
with your crooked
wing)

I just need to figure out what
to burn down
and the perfect death
machine

Some speed bullet
(or soft canopy)

Who made these beautiful
time-ships

I probably should go
and live my life somewhere
(I make a shitty ghost)

Because of the boxes
we never stayed apart
(behind the cages we made)

Labored so carefully over
every detail

(sloppiness of freedom
unplanned
colors spill outside the lines:
spilt blood)

Jumping off of things
where others would be afraid
crashing through the walls
that aren't there

Bring me back to life
Goddess

Give me moon magic
and green blood

Springtime highs
and road noise

free me from these
cages

1800

the way you slammed through
to the otherside
brother

(livin' lifetimes every
night)

outlaw jumps
and tattooed skies 

Visions all around you
sunlight times/
women highs

Some people live right up
until they die

those unafraid to fly

Shawanga,
Fly baby fly!

I need a sannyasin...
go Osho or somethin'

Unsheathe the blade,
pull the trigger or whatever

(fire up some dangerous
machine)

Dangerous enough to be free

I stopped livin'
years ago

some kinda ghost
ruminating

rummaging through
poems

scrapin' the pipe lookin
for enough resin to smoke

so I could feel you
again

Hmmm,
Our hearts burn
with the same light

Crazy worlds of pain
they say sometimes

life just rips you open
(you ruined my rock n roll
dreams)

Smashed all my guitars so
I'll just sing now
with these tattoos hangin' out
and all

Broke every bottle
crashed those poor
little cars

and the parade of women
I left for the circus but
ended up hitchin' through
the desert alone

Haunted by the lizard king

but, "you ruined my rock and roll
dreams"

Buried the vinyl
Kiss albums in the dirt
took away the needle and the
torn shirts

had to write this song
and right all the wrongs
and come back across this country

just to take a piece of what
somebody took away
when the motorcycle and
the stash went up in
flames

"you ruined my rock and roll
my rock and roll
my rock and roll
dreams"

IN A DREAM LAST NIGHT

I floated down a river
to meet you in an island home
your sisters were there

And I spoke to your mother
she was much younger, and
I knew it would sound like something
from a sci-fi novel

but I had to ask her what year it
was,
And I realized it was perfect
because now I was back in time
and I could find you

and stop all the things
that stopped us

WHATEVER BROTHER

Cool rider slips through
the time-streams

He's magnetized the polarites
so he can't lose
stacked the odds and rigged
the stochasticity

(he's gonna fly sometimes
and immolate alone)

Immolation of the pheonix

We can channel the god's
(she is only alive in fantasies
and fears for me)
Even our ghosts are old

When I put my crow
on

(I was eagle
and lightning)

So when I assume the
black of in-between worlds

(let's put the nighttime back over us
the spider-nighttime of magic escape

hunted without a chance of being
discovered)

So much riding away

forget the sanctimonious
salute to the fallen

You were better off with the
straight money and the phony
philanthropy

Outlaw wouldn't wear well
on you

It's just dirt and noise in the
end

freedom is only speed and
escape and
(rogue aloneness)

I'm ready to be shown
moon goddess waiting
and the freedom I've had
coming

pristine machines howling
tear the night away we'll
ride until dawn shakes us
from her paws

before we're sprinkled into the ground,
before they let us go into the sky,
before they spread me over Pune

Rusted keyhole visions
(watch us running through the
1970's)

The cars we smashed as big
as boats
And the drinks flowed
and our bikes were kick-start only

the skirts were short
and we were laughing at the
fates/gods

Death left us alone
(and Morning came up on
the shoreline for us and
Moon crept silently over
wooded hills for us)

And Music followed
everywhere we went
plucking enchanted fables from
the ethers

We must be alive now
in the sense we were then
reckless believers

I've been to the other
worlds
(shrouded in mystic clouds)

Where we left the masters
Outlaw Gospel ringing in our
ears

We had our guns and they were loaded
we must not run from the showdown
Aim straight and true my brothers
Aim straight and true my brothers

Thought we'd always be
the beautiful ones
(rivers of sorrow passed us
by)

(my ancient one
come to me

cradle me like a child
I will mother you
wise one

blend into all
distill the infinite into now

This is not my life
I know it's out there waiting
(inside expanding)

I gotta be free
through the storm

My words are my children
dreams let loose

Paint a tapestry with
the fire we burned

Wings of the sacred
infused with poems
whatever you do 

It's my kinda freedom
not yours
The only rules are my own
die the way you wanna

I'm gonna fly a little while
come back again anyways
can't here you 'cuz
I gotta ride now

So much opulence for
nothing

Where did we betray the
golden key to our own
hearts

(forget the blood song?)
far from mother ocean

Reward of a thousand deaths
to see your face
again and again

Through these haunted
visions

(Ice from our heat on my
Manhattan windows)

a Tigress from Berlin
is only an image of a
moment of the fabric
that is us

Woven in and out of all
those songs
and mountains
and velvet
moments
intangible

Riders of the days
before guns and stones

broken gods were whole
thundering from the sky

(you should have seen the
angels)

Save your blood promises
carry broken pieces of the
moon

Let's make the sun rise on ourselves again
my astrolabe can help
us

I am your promise
(the one who showed you
the moon)

That cowboy-ride-away-feeling

like a childhood promise
at the moment we knew we'd arrive at
we kicked around forever

we are the same constellation
without casting my shadow on your eyes
thought you'd see the light
But the damn poems aren't working
Tried to cast a spell

Give me an astrolabe
and I'll rent a room from
the old carpenter

(bring the moon up close
for my love
bring the floodwaters down
on my adversaries)

Yeah we drove somewhere
(Goddess in circle movements)

I'll never forget the circles we drove
in (I watched your constellation in stillness
from the southern pole, while the earth spun
and you merely oscillated)

burn somethin' new
our hearts run through to
the core

Busted swords fall on rusted
words

(black boots beat back
darkness)

bloodied beyond barriers
(angelic)

And we made
unforgivable poetry
and I was in love with
her too

(we ate flowers
and studied rogues)

Waiting for something to
smash through

I am your
coffee King

Ride the dream with me

bloodshot radio stream of
nothingness
(pulled by a thousand horses)

release your
broken chariots

beyond the beyond of your
fantasies

Yeah well, the masters
and the goddesses
and the turkish models

and the damn rickshaws
and the air unbreathable
and the beautiful beggars

(freeing me)

You and me
we threw some pennies down
a well

(Wishing, o we were
wishing sister

for the sun in our veins and
the blood in our skies)

Cloud-like
decisions

When we dreamed
of poetry
(ghosts)
and machines

I knew in your eyes
you were alive
(you could see it
written 

in my skin)

Yeah well
These are my
friends,(heroes and
such, and goddesses and whatnot)

dreaming in reverse
(just fly these skies already,
enough running away)

Aw man, the ghosts
we built
(perfect timeship)

imprisoned by that faction of
ourselves that agreed
to be one

(build it out of rust
break it with sunlight)

It's like whatever that
praying mantis sitting on my
front porch (just waiting for me)
meant

Whatever that means

Freebird
(stay true to your Outlaw song)
Die with your Boots on

rain into the
darkness angel

reign into the void
(thunder away sadness
baby just
thunder and

lightning right through
now

It's hard to comprehend
how we all must be cleansed
inside the burning truth

desire lures us into
caves we cannot escape
purification by
darkness

nobody understands
what I don't care about
(what I won't leave behind)
or how many worlds I've burned down

(you can't torch dreams or chop their trees
from your forest

she is a wild orchid that won't stop
growing in the places
we ventured)

We had to shine like somethin'
(visible as we are)

down underground with nothin' but
nirvana

how do you fly with that shit anyway
(and how many years has it been since
yesterday, (or last night should I say?))

we reached for what
we wanted to reach for
hard to grasp something that's not there

(I did promise to take you riding,
because you asked me to

it's an intrinsic code with me
anytime some kind of Goddess
requests

All poets
past and future
I am your friend

Just a simple declaration
(Me and Morrison hitchhiking)

the lover whose poems
are hidden

Sappho and her golden
children

We're on the long run now
(fighting off the grave)

you know it was better than
death what we had baby

(I mean, you were the stars or
something and I was
maybe the
nighttime)

Don't try to
do anything with your power
(the power will show you
the way inside
your own heart)

Sit at the table and
drink
(look to the light and
listen)

How could you be other
than my Goddess

Didn't listen to the
Buhddas

(Scars from pain
and angels)

Etched into my skin
(desert fires
houses cumbling)

I am crow,
fly with me

New freedom
(my kind of light)
colors keep changing

Time
reaches

(space curls)

around each moment

(the one infinity of
us)

some kind of incantation
to the beyond

Voodoo controls
(oh no he's playing god again)
and using the machines to

speed through time/space

(flesh heat
mind vision

infinite moment of
spider perfection)

Try to find the light again
(and remember that love is the
place where you live)

There is a place
where our hearts
still meet

(beyond the walls
that keep us apart)

When pushed too far
(freedom is where he'll
turn to)

Outgunned, outflanked
slip through a foxhole
(cut a trench through
infinite sorrow)

When I remember to fly
(I'll ride, I swear
I'll ride)

Do you want these poems
can you live through them
remember how we rearranged our molecules
that night

crashed down a peg or two
(with you baby
only with us too)

That space for a minute
is just where we'll always stay
(haunting around that time)

I wonder if the ghosts of us then
feel the ghosts of us now
encroaching

I know you tried to find
a sacred space
(I know you couldn't stay)

She is the center of
my poetry
(a place we never left)

So, anyway
(you are the only one
who reads these poems...)

Do you remember what I told you
on St. Marks Place,

or it was somewhere in the East Village,
or on our way to the East Village
(which is the center of some universes,
or so they say, or maybe not but
you know what I mean)


(some would tell you that Pune was the
center of his universe

Pune and all those
times)

If I recall (and I'm certain of it)
he said something about how
he loved you more than anything
or anyone in the world

It's the kind of truth that
cannot be erased

This is not the place for me
just give me a little cabin

a place to make my peace
a place to make my peace

this is not the place for me
living with all these ghosts

Don't give up on the machines
(they can still free you)

Give all your thoughts away

Not sure what I'm holdin onto anymore
(she's been gone for so long now)

and the freedom
and the machines
and the good times

(and the dreams)

fall back into
my own
holiness

(loneliness of purity)

Free me into the distance
I know I've said this before
(beloved)

You are the dancer
(intertwined with the breath
of my spirit)

Take these poems
as a kind of wine

I wonder what made us jump
or pull the plug
on temporal machine sadness

(our life was mechanical organic-matter
in bio-tandem divine-insurrection)

It's only a paper caslte
she needs to tear down
(take off the paper crown)

He doesn't see it's his blood
not hers dragging him around

(and the machines
and the rusted dreams
and the suicide sweetness
of running free)

flipped back
to the devil down time

This turned down town
cityscape silhouette crown

(for me she bleeds ice and steam)

purer than a snow white dream

purer than a high peaks stream
perfect sunbeam

Take my golden heart

we had the move on
the shake we two

(you grooved on the maximum
take of the few)

man the way she...
right through the mind-sky

Third world dreams
first world cries

(phantom highs)

I still believe in the machines
(her blood is fuel)

Pumping through our tarnished...
(she flew away you know
broken winged and all)

I mean,...yes there are gaps
skips,...memory erasures

(running backwards he answered
all her questions...
embrace on indian trails of
pure darkness)

feel the immense wisdom of absence

Yes we have the dark ones friend
(she got me too)

Rising through ashes
(fires burn anyway)

She's gotta be the dream
syndrome of a shadow-love

Darkness of the signature
(sorry for the cliche buddy,)
written in blood

You should give a wry smile
about now

Wince a little, feel the cut of
ecstasy

I am simply your friend
problematic at best
and the demons you have run from

your love is frayed
in concentric falling


are you tired of angels
we have made
come into the dawn