thank you
perfect angel

(for the icing on
my soul

for the sharp edge
of ecstasy)

(the window into
heaven)

We always felt like
after forever everything
would be fine with us

(it's before and after that time
now sweet angel)

staggers from the edge
this darkness we overcame
pinpricked with stars

& the spider's perfect dreams
sunrise of stars
like the sweet nighttime of us
(we used to ride)

You used to
shine
(like the sun)
for me

(only better)

Causation from
the caveman 'til now
(WTF happened?)

Many mythologies
competing for
conclusions

(Ride off into the
sunset)

It's good to be alone
Good to be strong
good to allow one's self
transformation into light

Maybe time
will explain it
better than I can

if my electric motions
move into stillness

(and the stillness of our motions
gryrate in synchronicity
with the earth's own revolutions)

and my intellect may measure the
combined pulse of our spirits-heartbeat
with perfect vision

(that place stays
sacred)

Roads don't really end...

I mean, you can
drive through trees and houses
if you really want to
right?

(we are endless
highways)

Only fire one warning shot
(then it's over)
walk tall
don't look back

Let there be
a palace of Light
for the darkness
to enter

(the Doer does
not exist)

there is no
afterwards

This is the result of the future.
infinite inquiries
have reached us in that
one moment

This first & last
chance

never surrender
grow some wings

Sleek lines of muscle
that ruled city streets
back in the day

Smooth precision & power
first & last thing we
lust for

The perfect machine is always
a she
(kills us every time)

Opens the wallet
opens the heart

open is the best way to
die

The soldier dreamed
of a message
sent by an angel

(he imagined she might
take his pain away)

pain is God's way of making
us sane
driving us on
completing the puzzle

Her softness healed my
pain

Her innocence made me love
myself again

I offer you
my Aloneness

& the times we were
one

You must find a new courage
to claim these things

(you tell yourself you have been brave,
yet this courage is locked
in a place you have not
yet dared
to open)

they say one day he just
"up & went down to the river,
said he was gonna find hiself"

"laid iz six-shooter right there in the
grass,
and it just rust over"

"an next spring
believe it or not,
some critter crawled right on up
in da barrel

an come out a coupla'
weeks later,
a butterfly"

Her body is sacred
to me

Her soul is the
same as me

Her mind is a
delicacy

(some kind of love
to set
that angel
free)