We can control
the machines

(it's the beauty inside
that frees you)

lucked into you
pretty hard
(tripped the fantasy times
broke reality lines)

Sunshine mountain
laughter flying through
our skies

all things must die
(reborn a thousand lives)

Don't talk to
the ghosts anymore

Petal to the metal
ain't just small-talk

Burn some rubber
and let's get the fuck
outta here

this ain't no time to
grow old

give me something with a throttle
to pin


(let's jump at 13,000 feet or
so)

Show me some kind of cliff
(let me push your ecstasy a little
past the edge)

Here in the countryside
(stoking the fireside of
my mind)

Take a ride on the crumbling superhighway
representing the cracked pathways
of neural transmitters fucking with the
synapses drowned in
caffiene

(spit this poetry out like blood
another jagged metaphor)

you make me miss
myself sometimes

with the mountain memories
and owls visions

(she had a goddess vibe
with her sisters and her
Asia tribes)

We seen some
graveyard times

(packed our bones
on wooden ships)

nothin' but the star
guides

nothin' but star
guides

(prayers to gods,
vanishing)

You know that I write poems, right?

And that I am also a Poet

That I live to ride

(that I loved you
the way the sun burns
and the heavenly bodies
turn perfectly aligned)

I'll go and find the stardust that made us
wait till the steel walls rust,

(burn down your forest)

so your skin
was the tone of
the Maid Asleep,

While we dined,
on the balcony,
as the music played
(a violin or a cello)

shall we walk into
the View of Delft
Float butterfly-like
through the yellow brick wall

Time is a place
where we are
touching other places

(bring me your madeleines)

I have that indian summer
where we rode outlaw
and unafraid

you know these poems
are all about you
if you read them

my love will
find you

REMEMBER

Indian summer filled
with long legged blondes
wrapped around the Harley
and van Gogh sketches in
red pencil

Hunted the lonely Avatars
lovely in their enlightened pain
hungered for the answers
glory wrapped in silken
refusal

(bit into the fruit
blood dripping from our lips)

cannibals all of
us
(can't forget the taste)

She has wings that flow
so beautiful at hiding the hate
(give me your anger
human-ghost-goddess-killer)

Let it never be said
that I did not love
the Machines

(created Mythology
from our spirit-totem animals,
and the angel's tears & dreams)

Time sounds
smooth movement
hips swaying lips convincing
us of nighttime star tastes
coffee summer-darkness-by the
indian trails

every cell is humming thrumming
bumping into each other to get
to us melding
into love visions of
dead dreams rising
Osiris and jesus and Mother Mary Goddess
and such

(radio quiet
spider visions)

worked through the cowboy
times
(cracked leather saddles carried
us too far)
past the vultures and the sun baked
sky

broken charms littered a room we
never saw (childhood spaces protected
with the talismans of our spirit eagles)

we broke the plain of the main-
stream stream just long enough
for the puma to leap

The universe began
at our flesh connection

(time is only moving backwards
to the point of infinity)

Spider Mythology

She will be
reborn a thousand times

(chiliad of children
crawling across this earth)

Weaver of the universe
great mother of the cosmos

Thank you Mother
for the golden leaves
on the trees

For the unspeakable
freedom
of Being

(coming out of the
mystery,
back into the
mystery)

No spiritual traps here
nothing spiritual about me

(motorcycles, guns
freedom,
jumping out of planes

whispering poetry to ghosts

born to be with or without us

into your name that day
sure as I spelled the clouds
and that wild horses gallop away
as though infinity was a friend

stopped thinking she was free
didn't realize that if
she thought she was a goddess
(out through the in door)
Would she stop dreaming me