Relax into the Wealth
of your own being

We are always at
the center

And we were once
Mighty

(Let yourself
Love her
like a
child)

Off the highway,
no place left to turn
(too much tread to
burn)

Rambunctious notions
of empty freedom
scatter

Hungry scavengers
fleeing

My strength
comes from the edge

2 wheels underneath me
Screamin' through the now

You don't need to understand
I know who I am

stop looking at the structures
(choosing polarities)

You already know who you are
it's not a matter of circumstance
or fortune
or quantification

Stop being anything
stop deciding

we had to ride
yes we freed something
inside

(times ten,
then we left again
ruled the skies)

Broken avatars
twisted smiles
we drive

Dirt,Smoke
Blood Death
God-sex

Some a' them
(riders)

Prowl the earth like
twisted spiders

glowering midnight
intangible radio
eyes

(Yes, she had radio eyes
and a moonbeam mind)

Pray like sunshine
her mine
is time

To some of the souls
that refuse


To those that refuse
I raise my glass

(those that won't bend
break, die, fray, shatter,
conform, agree, sell-out
sell in
sell

don't like heaven,
ain't afraid a' hell)

Those that refuse not
to choose
who ain't afraid,
to crash, burn,
spurn, fry in the sun
bleed some more,
without regret)

To those whose money is all in their
soul and
in their life and in their
eyes

in their friends
in their
now

If we didn't meet sometimes in snow
(the worlds that blew away--
fragments of time spinning,
eluding recollection and obscurity)

If we did not meet in snow sometimes
(that year we continued to be alive--
despite the institutions, programs,
degrees, corporations and industries)

I would have never realized that movement
inside my (poetry) mind


If we hadn't realized some of the poetry
in my mind stumbling
from the red photograph
taken by the girl in the sheer dress
who appears to be a phantom running away
in the dreamscape of your
kodachrome soul

I would
have
never

Returning from some skies

Some years and lives gone bye

(can't tell some times if the stars
are demons or deities
eyes)

we had to fly
had to fly
had to fly

hard to stay on the ground
don't know what they mean by
"settle down"
seems like they all just
drown

Freedom is an easy word to say
rough game to play
tough game to play
hard to really stay

After the angels leave
and the fires burn to ashes
stars go home
moon turns down

(I will be the opposite of sky)
with no eyes to see or
winds to glide)

directionless freedom
I can ride blind
Twisted smile
empty miles

Crashing through this life
(whatever it is that opens
flowers and starts fires)
churning through the stardust
of my mind-fog

Wrestling these dog-dreams
burned out obsessive-themes

We are like tight-rope walkers
with broken legs

angling for a victory
(hoping for a set of angels wings)
Just in time

Like some kind of
messenger

(whispers of truth
slip between us)

She is whatever lies
within my poetry

A kind of thief
(stealing images
from inside of me)