we gonna ride
(lost in this life)
no time to say goodbye
before the end of time in its briefness

we kiss in the moment penultimate to
Armageddon

The rockets are all aimed at the freedom we wish to be
(but they can't even find our bodies nor our minds, nor our
spirits)

We can fly away you know
but we don't have to go
(turn invisible and smile into each others
glowing eyes)
we don't need to hide
we gonna ride

amazing creature
shines brighter than reality
(she is my love)

Whatever she does
whatever she feels
whatever she is
(is my love)

Don't nobody know what they
mean when they talk about love!

They mean they own it they
stole it they shot it
they hung it they bought it
they paid for it they
trapped it they cooked it
they ate it
the got if for christmas and then
re-wrapped it

Broke it smashed it

(but that ain't how I feel about her)

I let her come up as sunrise
and I let her settle in as moonlight
when I run in the forest she runs with me

when I drive to my rock n roll on the highway
she rolls with me

(when I eat my cake she eats it with me)

and I like her just a little bit more
(than anything)

I tattooed their names
somewhere

every-good outlaw knows that
his pistons are the crossbones of a skull that
may or may not be his own

(death is always the lover)
flowers of many colors

and they were his beatific dyad
a rapturous binary
star system...

BAD POEM ABOUT THE TRUTH

Had to take my poems underground
(maybe I'll go down to Galveston)
cause I heard it in that old radio-song

Build that old chopper I'm always talkin bout
(should I pull the trigger
make that really hard move
break down the walls she thinks she has)

What does she want with my power?
(last night I could see right through her bones)
and no one knows what her soul looks like
but me

Know one but me could let her go
I just kept drivin down the road
after I dropped her off...
she stood like something more haunting than any
spirit...

I couldn't go home
I had to keep drivin to the radio
she makes me drive to the radio
I'm gonna pave a highway that only we can drive on
make a kingdom that only we can get high on
(i know she'll find me there)
even if it takes a thousand years
(but everybody that's anybody knows there ain't no
such thing as time and any fool who could understand would know
that I have to make
her mine)

I was born to make her mine
and that puts blood in my time
and everything was born to die
and I was born to get high
born to ride and not be killed in battle
same as crazy-horse

and I am invoking the spirit of crazy horse

Lost my reason lost my rhyme
(but I feel the warrior inside)

she needs to feel my light and i need to stop anything that doesn't
make me free inside

the nothingness can only take you so far
and the earthly pleasures
and the gods
and the frail avatars

She speaks to me as if
(as if she came from heaven)
and the time shifts around us

(and we know that we fly high above
the others)

She seems to have some kind of eagles wings
and she moves so fast
that it appears we are in stillness

and in this stillness we are laughing
high on the speed of flight and the exhilaration
of our hyper-union

Hyper-union, star explosion
(light implosion)

Light cannot escape her beauty
(strong enough to birth a planet
stop a sky)

This sky-stopping beauty knows
I know her

(she is the only one who knows me)

I didn't think they made roses like her anymore
(now I understand
Helen, and all the other
Mythologies)

Why these gods were created to destroy each other
how a man would eat anything that Eve handed him
be it good or evil

(I like the knowledge and I
Love the snake
with its shifting powers)

My heaven is so close
(if she thinks or speaks of me)
whispers, comes near or
dreams of me

we touch briefly
(electric, quantum leap)
a briefness stretching out infinitely

(we travel time and move planets)
speak softly
change the time around
us

I tell the angels to sleep with her
(and she sends her angels to dream with me)

She makes my time sweet
(knows my poems are about her)

so beautiful she
stopped all my poetry
(healed my pain, my sorrow
my fear)

to understand the mysteries
(when we are near to each other)
darkness becomes ambient
(the ambient darkness of the constellation we
form pervades my mind)

Filled with the ambient light of illumation that fills my
heart when we are near in the convex glow
of forest darkness

(I am stretching these moments thin enough to encircle the globe)
like a filament of gold flattened to the thickness of a molecule or two
which forms a sheet,
spanning several lifetimes
wrap me in this thin gold blanket
of our lifetimes
let this be our home
(i was forced to construct this world of
ours out of the most beautiful/sacred things
i could scavenge off this world)