I.
He started out
ridin' greasy motor bikes
not givin' a fuck

his only salute was the
middle finger

(some say he had a heart a
gold, )

High school drop out smoked
his brains out and took a thousand
Trips (again, some say)
he had a silver lining to his mind

and that he used to lay in the woods
and speak with trees

(just a figurin' how to grow
his wings)

II.

So sorry painful soldier
with the music so loud
your ears are bleeding

and your just crashin cars
like they was candy
(she asked him once
why you so angry)

Takin vengeance on everything
around you
(sorry soldier that she smashed your
heart like a piece of ice with the
cosmic/karmic sledgehammer)

He built sheds to protect his machines
fragile american iron of black and chrome
dangerous spitting animal of violent
combustion

III.

So the soldier returns to
the roots of his maternal
ancestors (brooklyn, flatbush and
such)

Arms himself with scholarly dignity
reads the masters and Chaucer and
Derrida, and Foucault and all them
wizards

So he's partially covered in tattoos
now with the whiskey smile of a hundred
goddesses swirling in his aura
(an aura polluted with Asia and the
Western poison)

IV.

bathed in the purity of a doorway
out of the past
(slip between the clouds when she's not
looking
whisper goodbye in the twilight morning
in between the worlds)