Something else sacred
would have happened

if we didn't rattle our
ghosts together

Such a love for all things
(Poetry-mind)

Saw her moving outside
of all time

And we all go home again
after everything was over
the first thing she said was

(something about fire and
earth and a time when men
loved women)

Intensely beautiful
passion dancer

Earth Fire Earth
master

(I know your preacher
ancestors
and your ocean
sisters)

I've been waiting several
lifetimes this time
for you

The Christmas pain
and the light of all days
illuminates these poor
suits of souls

(I wear my life like a
rain soaked motorcycle
jacket)

Naked in the forest of my
mind

Hunting
Hunting
blood lust chasing

I was a ghost-seeker

Every word chosen
in this particular craft

(it's exquisite placement,
nuanced with its affect on
syntax)

deft as the subtle brush of
skin, igniting a billion suns

I.

luck of a Poet
that some one would
read his
poetry

II.

(so I give you the namaste
(hands folded in prayer,
bowing) or some such shit
(from the shadows))

far away from everything
with the dirty buhddas
meditating in India
Me I took the long way around

Wherever that kinda shit leads to
Down on that Brooklyn road
Like the way the light touched us

And I was going to fix everything
and I know it was your birthday
After we'd been freed
Some kind of Christmas pain

If we must leave
all things behind

(blind into the darkness
with nothing but our
own tattered holy
scriptures)

Let us not leave
motorcycles

For they are good
(perfect death-
nachines)

Move deeper
into darkness
the place of all
reckoning

(cave silence)
sweetness of
everything
dissolving

I want to be free inside
not strong

The innermost beauty
after everything is
gone

death of the
seeker

Absolute
aloneness

He is someone
who has accepted
himself

made peace with the
world

grows more beautiful
with age
laughing clown

Let the path
appear

True death is
to let go
of all things

Vanity
objects
others

Body
life
awareness

All attachment

Dog star
shadow
guidance

Build one
chopper
only

ride into
distance

reclaim
soul/life
peace

Behind the silence
behind the sorrow
behind the ecstasy

The illumination
is

Choose the way
of peace beloved
one

Not the way of
war
War with yourself

to bend another's will
to make the world submit

The forest is waiting beloved
one

Inside the inside
what does it look like

Dreamer's path of
darkness illuminated
by the warmth of a friend
and a stranger's
small act of
kindness

Be damned if all
he didn't do was sit
around dreamin a
motor
cycles

Stead growin up &
gettin a lick a sense
in em

He not only kept ridin
the damn things
he starts a sellin
im too

All coverend in tatt-
toos he was too

don't make no sense to
me

Sometimes
a small poem
changes everything

Freedom is the angel we
hunt
Pain is the demon from which we
run

Free of all pain
ride off again
and again

begin with another
song another cup
yes one more
cup
for the road

fire is the last resistance
emptiness your closest
friend

stick to the shadows
stick to your bones
(carry you home
the darkness will
carry you
home)

Oh master of nothing
you hold paper in your hand
with a stamp for a hundred grand

They said I'd be a wizard
they said I'd be the one
(but I'm just an old biker
I only know this one song
I am a lonesome poet
lost in the divine moment

This pain is my ecstasy darling
a world you cannot comprehend

leave me by the doorway
leave me with the shadows)

His hands were covered in tattoos
he said it was because he was outlaw

and this way
everybody understands

He was a golden eagle
in a golden sky

while she sang in the pyramid
to the perfect pitch of the chamber

their spirits were gone into the
sky
beyond the beyond the
beyond

I have done nothing
with my pain

I had hoped for at least
a symphony
or a novella
or simply

a timeship
by now

Them torches burn so bright
burn everything but stone
caves of my ancestors unharmed

Epic paintings of blood/berry pigment
animal god mythology
wear the fangs and bones
with sacred pride

And we ran
through the burned out structures
skeletons of crumbled castles

Time for poets so different
the eons/ages moments/spaces
infinite return of memory/stillness

Someday my brain
will understand the fire
which has turned to stone
all living memories

Still images born
of blood-regret-survival
ancestors starving/clawing

Sailing ships so many worlds
from home
so many worlds from
home
so deep into the strange
spaces

the stories of the
stories
we hide

Monumental milestones
tumble crumble on down
to the stone age roots our
our DNA

Blood running
wild through the streets
we scream this life away
intent on blowing through
the clouds with a viscous
smile

When I ride again
through all kinds of storms
everything can burn

Death has no intercession
No man can hinder me
Ride on with the King

Jesus as my witness
Can I get a hallelujah
She'll be my devil and my angel
When I ride again

without the memories
just a broken shell
too hollow to go on

What will we become
of the past projected outward
what if all we are doing

is travelling sideways until
so long ago

you shoulda broke me
then and not let me think
there would be no pain

So what that all the buddhas
chose me

waiting to be free again
(where did I go)

Who is this man I
travel with

does he remember the times.
know he was the one

in the mirror of my life
way back then
all these phases too hard
to keep up with

So many images to shed
I am someone I do not know

The softness of suffering
and ecstasy

so we rode in limos and
ate like kings
and danced all night
to them old guitars

Surrounded by the twisted metal
of perfect machines

You wanna ride
with us and the
Outlaws and such
and we don't care
and we don't back down

And we own the night
and we hold our own

The machines were
last to go

He read the entire arc in
her face
(angelic fearless
pensive)

saw fires burning
in the future landscape

rubble strewn highway
littered with beggars

I'm gonna miss these
people on the train

(she was so beautiful)

Burn through your
life soldier
and burn the gods down
and let yourself gently
slip away

and keep going
and going

slip into the soft darkness

Left with only images
pictures burning into ash

(backyard fire-pits
pine trees
daddy grilling
for us)

animals came to us
and the fresh new house
and the rotten old car

not knowing all of this would
fade

My Sag
arrows of truth
fire-words

You were my truth bearer Joan
The massive spiritual force
pushing me forward
holding me down

My rock and my
shield

All the machines
free me to no
avail

motion,
lives
generations

I am not the child
nor the man
all these phases

clouds in the sky

they cannot steal your
spirit beloved one

you know we are warriors
and that I protect you
always

More time alone to heal 

from ancient wounds

Time for shadows to 

dissipate

Church on Sunday mornins'
with mamma

Grandma cookin for the whole
world

Runnin free on bicycles
summer ache of freedom

(ride me away from here
gonna get me a motorcycle
and ride away from all this sorrow

sun's gonna shine with me
oh the suns gonna shine with me)

Did I use up all
the ecstasy

burned through all the
fuel

(nights he would walk among
the beggars chanting Morrison
poems waiting for the death-train
with the golden diamond

chariot of pain to come
blazing

Nobody wants the pain
that makes you free
some people can't even dream

So, Iv'e flown with
birds in the sky
seen the dreams in god's eyes

floated through the goddess field
(she held me like a child through those
Montreal nights
so long ago
those mountain night highs)

You'd better wash me white as snow
take all those times away

let mamma go let the
intricate weave of karmic loss
go let the fantasies
and the screams

you better let yourself go
go
go

gone,
gone
gone

on the way to becoming
something karmic shifted
cosmic light emanating

through the buddha-field around us

Those candle nights
in Pune

(Now the master is gone)

Rode our Enfields to the temples

Tore down the dragon within
Beheaded with the light-sword

Lakshman, brother of God
where are you

I need the truth again
free me from the material life
that simply doesn't work

American cowboy
dead-end

(jump the wall my friend)

I'm sure I'll meet myself
somewhere and I'll tell myself
exactly what to do

The answer is right here
I just haven't gotten there
yet

Someday my light
(somewhere back in
the darkness)

Someday it will all come shining
back in

Sunlight through
my forest

(forest of my childhood freedom)

We'll ride there baby
some old dirt bikes

go campin' like we always
said,

those will be the days

Trying to come
to terms with something
beyond lifetimes

Underneath the wheel of
sadness and joy

Beneath the trappings of ecstasy

Who will face themselves alone
with a candle

(enter the nothingness)

Tired of the human game
locked in battles of good and
evil within ourselves

(freed of the phantom identity)

Cloud-like brother
we still can ride

into the mists of time
travel to a now we understand
(a now we understand
wave your magic hand
we'll build the cities
we dreamed of

so long ago,
amongst our childhood
ruins)

wound our way through the
jungle trails

Dirt roads, then the dessert
canyons

(humans must have learned to
speak from animals)

I will ride away softly on
my infinite death
machine

the taste of us ringing
around the sun
in a simple loop

Tropic of Aquarius

Radio Christmas
rain on our technology

(lights shine through us,
electronic stars bring
home the same thing

cave men saw in fires
truth too silent to need words

some grunts, and animal
surges of reptile urges)

Softest humans
promise ourselves freedom/forgiveness