Looking for the outside
fix
Physical as we are

When any coffee-shop-mystic
could tell ya
the answer lies
within

Work
toil
strive
buy

(let the light shine out
let the spirit come inside)

I don't need
my old images
(forsaken selves)

Look how many times
we've metamorphosized
(autonomous reflections
of each other)

Stand on the landscape
of spirit world
our silhouettes on opposite
ocean-side
cliffs

beckoning some
greater union

I don't need you
in my poetry

betrayal of thoughts
turn the machines of
my fathers

I ride the future
as if it were here

Road freedom
my American blood
knows only opulence
and despair

echoes of mythology