No such thing as a
cowboy anymore
but he got the boots
and the gun
and the steel horse

Thinks of her sometimes
when he sees the sunrise
(or in the black before dawn)

On the new year and
at Christmastime

Where did my
heart go the one broken
so many times

the one raging with
wildfire and wounded
and spitting light in
bolts to everyone

the one teaming with joy
and running unstoppable
through forests
through third world streets

through Europe through
North America

(I want you back)

Winter Solstice Eve

Good morning
(for all my troubles
and all my disappearing
and all my running away
and all my anguish)

Times of solstice
times of forever
(remember the speech I gave
about how THIS is the infinite,
now is infinity

I think I was rambling as I ran backwards
through the forest talking to you)

There is snow blowing through the air
in Montana today

children celebrate the mythologies
they are inculcated into

Never pausing, even as adults
to deconstruct
the fatal machine

Each person is a new
cosmos

God is existence expressing
itself through you

All of your life has been my poem

something one could drink like 

a shot of light (but only if that 

someone knew how to stop time, 

and visit certain moments of you)

You cannot prove to me 

that either of us will ever die

or that we will not expire at 

precisely the same moment 

or that we are not eternal twins

permeating worlds 

incarnation after

incarnation

Who stole your prophecies
supplanted ego with flowers
praying Mantis outside my door

(mother spider who witnessed the
creation of us that moment

this secret mythology
only we know)

The new snow of
my angel

She guides lives through
her soul which is surrendered

(hers is the king of kings
and she brought me back
to him)

The holiness
of that moment
protrudes into

all moments

...and it smashes
on the rocks again

(visions, she witched me
in a dream sometime)

when reversed the past looms
before us
future stretching back to the
beggining/end

Grew younger and the motorcycles
slower and the women
in droves
whispy parade
of lust/hopes

Breaking through the cloudline
fantasies sometimes
lightning collisions we
took for
granted

All my dreams of failure
all my fears of freedom

puddles
frozen lakes
evaporation through your eyes

in the mystic spaces of sleep
we haunt each other down

I am not food
for the wolf-goddess
for I bathe in Light

(Temple of the holy-
ghost)

Rise up Like King-
Jesus

Disciples of the son
(those who don't know
the poetry of their own
souls

Dreams written on coffee cups
love prayers of the young and
wild

One daughter of the moon confessed
to me her dreams

The other her nightmares

The one of dreams I gave to the hand of
Romulas

The one of nightmares suffered her fate
with Remus

Long live the Republic and its
fiery Legions

Soldiers, Soldiers
each of us

knights guarding the Temple

The world
wants you to
succeed

It's hard not
to be happy
under the big sky

Brother's and sisters
holding hands
praising

(we pray for your
sons and daughters
mothers and fathers)

everlasting
joy

when new age
glitter wears
off

and you come home to
the house that your father's
father's
father's
father's

(and ancestors lost
in ancient fog)

built, yet
still traced back to that
shining moment

(breaking of the bread
drinking of the cup)

Now I know why
God created sportbikes

enveloped in the warm
grip of her thighs

God bless your precision
R6

and the red flag of Japan
Sacred geometry of corners
our magic trajectory
flows through

(Whisper this; Beautiful trinity of
man
woman
machine)


"Do not rejoice over me, O my enemy;
     when I fall, I shall rise;
when i sit in darkness,
     the Lord will be a light to me."  Micah 7:8

Looking for the outside
fix
Physical as we are

When any coffee-shop-mystic
could tell ya
the answer lies
within

Work
toil
strive
buy

(let the light shine out
let the spirit come inside)

I don't need
my old images
(forsaken selves)

Look how many times
we've metamorphosized
(autonomous reflections
of each other)

Stand on the landscape
of spirit world
our silhouettes on opposite
ocean-side
cliffs

beckoning some
greater union

I don't need you
in my poetry

betrayal of thoughts
turn the machines of
my fathers

I ride the future
as if it were here

Road freedom
my American blood
knows only opulence
and despair

echoes of mythology

Rudimentary metaphysics
trip the mystic gap
leap of angels

faith to be saved
float through darkness
enter the chasm

Speak the name of truth
whisper
to the savior

Remember when we were
Children
Running wild with the
Machines

Lost in transmission

Righteous and alone
mountaintop sadness

Take the original strength
breathed into you by
the fashioner of souls

Might of your limbs
stoned by the world
saved by angels

hoping to get what
I want
trying to let go of what
I want

I think the vastness of her
soul matches mine

Burn away the differences

Did you strive to empty
yourself of Western poisons

Sit alone on an Asian mountaintop
just you and your motorcycle

Without the women and
the fortune and the
adventures

Did you give it all away for
the soft vacuum
of an empty life

Goddess of all seasons
I wish you summer solstice
through my
poems

Did you feel
the rain of my
storm

The stillness
after I had
gone

There's a beauty in aloneness
the irony is that I'm
Telling you this

From a distance
That does not
disrupt the tranquility

Reading the book
about Phaedrus
and the Buddha
of motorcycle
Analysis

Animals giving off
Signals

Broken from the nomadic

Lone wolf rider
Heart torn like
Thunder

Find the peaceful
Tiger

It's good
for my illusions to
be taken away

It's good for the breaking
of bones I don't need

The feeding of dreams
to be
Freed

The idea of myself
in stillness

Infused with my actual
presence

Hunting for the absence
(reaching for the fullness)

I spent years
reaching out
and years reaching
in

(everyone has to solve
his own puzzle)

Let myself out
let the world in

God hunts her
only because she's
beautiful

(Tiger's passion)

Thundercloud in stillness
all across the big sky

lucky she knows
my name

Pray to the Motorcycle Gods
(forget what you think
other people think about you)

Drink the mountain silence of
storm-sunset

I love you
and I'm free
of us

Montana big sky
All my poetry is
for you

(it's about the freeing
of everything

The dreams we had

Eagles in the sky now)

Rich archetypes
moments that change
all other
moments

Tried so hard
to let her go,
But there is
nowhere to let
her go
to

I'm unna shimmy
this skin away

(slip on to the
next-world)

Let your life come
shining

Hey, beloved
don't be afraid

You name is tattooed
inside my
heart

It was a good life
because I got to love you

(rode the way I wanted
to)

Haven't I paid my dues yet
Still waitin' for the moon to
Rise over me again

Need the Goddess power
To flow through me again
(remember when we were
Wildfires and nothing
could contain us)

Days of my
Aloneness

Riding free
Darkness

Nights we tried to
Dance away
The mystic

Fever trance of
Love we never
Understood

The pain of separation
Mother dawn
Appreciation

Earth longing for
Sky

Tore away my wildness
For you

Don't know where to
Stop running to

I never was one for
Playin' it safe
Burned more than
One place
To the ground

(Outlaw logic)

I followed your
visions
to a dirt road
dead end

Which led me to the
answer
of my final freedom

Poetry for no one
carefully hidden
though it's all
for you

Because you
understand

(I'm learning the
freedom of
aloneness)

RED AND BLACK R6

My steel horse she shines
(she's the one)

Buckten on the highway
and she didn't even break a
sweat

She's smooth
she's pretty
she's fast and
she's ready

She's easy
and she's solid
she cruises and she
waits outside,
everybody loves her
and she's mine
ride baby ride

There was a friendship
initiated
last evening

(under the snow capped mountains
by the green fields
with an upstart
creek of spring water
running through it)

Between a white horse and I
she easily came over
to the fence
to greet me
where we each

Shyly stood a little
afraid of the other but
eager to begin

What dreams did
we break
between
us

Sacred places
untouched
(white spaces
of protracted
ecstasy)

We lost the mysteries
somewhere on our mountain
destinies

Traveled paths of lifetimes
in regression
retrograde stumbling

(the tides worked in reverse
and the moon came up in daytime
blinded by nighttime sunlight
we fumbled our
way to enlightenment

only to make golden statues
of ourselves

She turned a white towel Purple

Beauty without
ego

Freedom without
pain

Take it Montana
easy

Sometimes I can
stay out of my own
poetry and

let her be a
goddess dancing
undisturbed

She moves like a poem
and a song and
a woman on
her own

she's got rainbow hair
and a magic mind

weaves walking down
the street into a
dance

(the image of us walking down
the street last night weaves itself
into a dance in my mind
where we saw our spirit animals
and fine works of glass and
dresses of soft string and lace
from silent windows)

I never understood
Bukowski

Until I saw the
poem

written
on her arm

Almost untrue
Magic
Fire

Hot enough
to write poetry
about

Dangerous
enough to be
afraid
of

Lonely dreamchasers
scattered wolfpack
(bring back the hard times
the rock times of easter-drive

Just the straight electric tribe
void of technology we hammered
v-8 engines over the merciless
highways)

she had the mark 

of my poetry 

(all the signs of

inner beauty)

He wanted her to 

be the answer to the 

question 

make the pain go away 

even though buddha said 

to suffer 

and Jesus said to forgive

and Krishna said to Remember

and Osho said to die 

and Osho said to dance

and I just forgot to ride

I need to ride or die 

Hidden from my freedom 

long enough

In the vast now of your ocean
timekeepers slip away from Sundays
April after April she wanes
for me

Moonblood expectations deliver
souls with perfect dawn
(nighttime with it's imprecise
melancholy
always asks for the same thing)

the beautiful forgiveness of
nothing

It's snowing in Montana
and I don't even
know your number

Maybe I could find it
up in the Himalayas

or maybe down in
some Polynesian
volcano

Maybe I could learn it
from the stray dogs
of India

Or sift through someone's
garbage in New York City

(but it don't matter
cause nothin' we could
say, could
say anything
anyway)

Instant lifetime
karma on a dime
could we just look
ourselves up in the
dictionary

and understand the strange
algorithm that makes us
tick
decode the warring dichotomies
in a
flash of
knowing

(we stood there once
breathing in the
darkness)

What if I was already
gone
when you found me
sitting by the side of
the road

next to you around midnight
(that life was even rough
for an outlaw)

Shack inside a barn
(we loved it there
like it was a shadowy
 paradise)

Later you made that
underground white palace
shine

Perhaps I left too much of
my magic there

Free enough to be alone
leave everything behind again
and again

(he tried to be interested in
things other people did;
lives
jobs
families)

all he ever cared about was the open
road
the juicy life

the wild and real ones

So, assuming you can
read these poems psychically

(before I even write them)

then please,
finish these lines

(so we can be
together)

We are the mystery
wondering

Pondering arcs
of civilization
(meandering through
this technology riddled
miasma)

Grids frying ourselves
running along the wire
shock collars keeping us
in place

Feed the empire
obstruct your enlightenment
at all costs

I dare you with my poetry
to move beyond all things
I cannot control

(you are the barrel of a
gun pointed at yourself)

I am a mirror shattering
over and over
(that never shatters)

You might find yourself
inside one of my poems

you might travel across the
lonely desert
over rich mountains (that will
give you every-thing)

You can't reach me with technology
(it's broken)

you might want to risk everything
(which is the smallest of all nothings)

if you showed up at my ragged door I could
share the immense wealth of my nothingness
with you

If you read yourself
inside my poetry
it's because you

were always waiting
to meet yourself there

(some kind of wild orchid
queen, ravaged by nighttime
without anyone knowing your
real name but me

and I keep your name a sacred
unspoken word  tattooed across
the bark of a tree (or maybe it's
etched into a mountain)that grows
somewhere in the perfect lonely
paradise of my
soul)

How many of your
dreams came in twins
triplets

Unions,
pacts
symbiotic tandems
molecular fission

reproducing multiplicity
of themes,
whole teams of horses
of yours running wild

(unconfined we float downstream
wicked affirmations free us from
our chains)

Have you noticed that
my poetry leans towards
you

atoms streaming away

Space haunted by absence
imagery of souls created
to explain yearning for
cosmic comprehension

Planets revolving around
a lonely star burning
a fire we cannot ever
understand

(every molecule screaming for
earth, water
union)

Some of the lives we've lived
Asian times lost now on
alien shores
(babbas and Sadus and
 buddhas)

(she never said a word
while we were dancing in the
pyramid (of black marble)
over garlands and flowers
left behind by disciples,
with all broken rules)

When did we run through
our lives without each other
trailing embers of burnt
spears we made from the fire

of everything we left behind
remember when I never told you
that i'd a dropped everything
if you just said the word

Montana moonrise
mountain stillness

(empty mirror of the
heart)

He'd like to be
nobody
(feels everything
emptying into light inside)

He'd love to not want
anything anymore

(he had her in his
eyes several/sometimes before)

She doesn't know what
Time she holds into twilight
Afterthoughts hidden within
Crepuscular
Yearnings

You know Jesus is a timelord
and there is no such thing as
me

(so he'll probably just
ride off on a Harley or
somethin')

Just when he had them all convinced
he was
real

Wolves drove him
through his spirit
world

Montana winds cleansing

Do you know my sunrise
or the planets I hover over
some fires have burned low
while
invisible diamonds
wax towards
supernova

Something mystical
to hunt
Someone I once loved

Trivial sadness of
cosmic differance

deconstruction of the specimen
human mind floating in
celestial clouds

Wait until now
reflection of the moon
flies home to here

Where'd you go my Island
child
(Remember when I told you
we lived in ancient rome)

They probably created a goddess
for you

The poet is someone
who has lost her way
in the forest and
hacks her own
Athenian path

(she grows her own trail,
grooms her own mountains
to grow strong and tall
she makes the ground fertile
with her own bodily fluids

so trees can grow as her
pets)

This stargazing wild poet-woman
cannot be owned
does not bow to any state's laws

She is beyond even her own
wisdom

Things only me and
her and the mountains know

(he just utilizes everything
to let his poetry flow)

Dreams of the images
she instigated in his
mythological mind

Absentia of the narrative
her magic is only reflective

simulacra of
poetica

Athena Little Feathers

With your wolf
spirit

And your mother's
heart

And your father's thunder
I will love you

And  make your children
prosper in these
beatific
mountains

Someone to be
Shamanastic with

(Remember the times
we didn't spend together)

The life we wished upon
(nights we slipped under the
charms of spells
dancing around images
of spirits we saw rising
beyond ourselves)

Yes it's true I led
my horses through
that winding mountain pass
with a little stream burbling
down its rocky crags

and it did indeed whisper your
name to me
and the crow crawed it
even louder

and that same great black
creature followed me down into
the plains,
all the long bitter way

until it landed in a sunlit prairie
and I'll be dammed if
that weren't the perfect
place to make
camp,

and if other wild horses didn't
come and join mine,
and in the spring I planted crops

and all the long while I have prospered

I don't know
if I'm some kinda
cowboy
trucker
philosopher

Riding through this
Western
world

This space between the
stars was written
for me to make poetry
to you

You think my dreams
have changed or
I am not the same

One who burned
past death for you
(yeah I lit some death
burner stoves
for you)

Risked the machines and
my bones and threw
stones at my own mind
to be mountain quiet
in snow silence

BLISS WITHOUT FEAR

I know you were just a kid
from the mean dirty streets
of NYC that are so far away
now

And you rode the wild horse
to the brink of death
and then you found

The one with the full moon in
his eyes and you lit all our
fires with the marathon
shape-shifters

(We met in the Laurentians
two tigers shoulder to shoulder)

I danced until the stars blurred
and the worlds opened

Karma rose like sacred fluid of
light through the tree branches of my
being and shot through the
stratosphere

(later the girls took me back to
Montreal and everything
could never be the
same)


~peace out Veeresh, mighty light warrior and traveler of the stars: see you in the next world brother!

Traces of us
(white horses running)

So yeah, the wolves
are my friends now

eagles visit me in dreams

(We had a starship once
so much better than any
painting of the master's

I held you in my
arms)

I can love you
From a million miles
away

I don't have to
write poetry

Mountan/prairie silence
run
With wolves

(Eagle totem
Return)

So we reached from the stone age
evolving to the point of us
A time our ancestors prayed for

(simply for you to
show up at my door
with tiger lilies)

Reading Allen Ginsburg,
from a camper trailer
On the prairie
of Montana

Listening to Country
Music
On an old radio

He was talking about
a bleary beautiful Kerouac
and the railroad

and the Mystic Visions
of the original hipsters
crazed and broken

Roaming America

I am a ramblin'
man

Ain't nothin to be
proud of

A week ago I was down
in New York City

And now I'm out just
past Chicago

I might go down to Missisipi
or clear on out to
Montana


(I don't even think about
her no more

Or the way the crimson twilight
carried her scent through the
moonshot windows of
my soul)

A man names off cities
with mythological reverence
places of industrial power

Points of reference/reverence
and bragging rights
America and her fallen
giants

Keep searching for the doorway
through the jungle of your mind

(quick slip into the ease
spot of trail winding
through your paradise
mountain

where somewhere in the
darkness we are still
enveloped in vibrant
silence)

Not much to ride
away from these days
just a few minor
demons chasin their tails
on my shoulder

But I got angels singin
I got angels comin my way
The lord don't forget his children

No Jesus don't ever forget
one a his own

If you see me ridin away
If you see me walkin down the road
Ain't no way to tell ya
don't think you'd understand

never felt nothin like you before
well you know I ain't never
You know I ain't never
For me to be gone

for me to be gone
loved you a little too much
cuz I loved you a little too much
woman

born free as a dream
born free as a dream
born free as a dream

you might not know it
But I got good religion
Yeah I got good religion

Proud of our addictions
A place to make new memories

All those things
We had to kill to turn the
Light off

Let them come back

(Something else sacred
would have happened)

You police your
mind in dreams
search for a bus

off in the distance carrying
some fragment of a memory
that turns into

a journey up a snow bound
hill where you find the spirit
of something you lost

You got to feel your
whole heart

(loved her so much
he had to turn to
stone to turn it
off)

But that mountain's been
moved away
yes Jesus moved
that mountain away

They left us
to our own and
we just divvied up the
farm

Moved on down the line
heartless after the fall
looking for the stones
that turned to our
souls

smell the earth and spring
strong boots moving
everything

Looking for pieces
of himself the shadow
man holds

photographs
an old face from
another century

Still building my
starship

trapped between the
practical/magical
conundrums

Esoteric yes
to everything

meaningless words
(replace lives of fallen
idioms)

Narrative of Goldilocks and
suburban dead fantasies

Victim of my street ideology

Solace of
wind aloneness

Vanish into mysteries
(she sat right there with me)

I knew her from
lifetimes

She's just a gypsy
goddess

(I wish she knew how
lost she is without
him)

cool freedom from
the edge

Darkness riders
assemble

we will pour you
gently into the
nothingness

Comin together
and fallin apart

the winning and losing
game all we
know

Beasts of metal
combustion

The only thing left
with any meaning

Put out all your
campfires
we're hittin the
road

light all your hearth fires
we're comin home


I'll be gone so long
I'm gonna forget your
name

Never mind all that talk
bout enlightenment

He thinks he seen the buddhas
and such

Remembers that night you
just sat there in the street

He was wild and free
spent all his time in the woods
thought fist-fighting was a sport
(John Wayne type shit)

Thought he was Evil Knievel
on his BMX bike

Thought the kids smokin in the
woods were cool as shit

So he smoked in the bathroom
smoked after-school

Followed the Grateful Dead around
a lot

Learned to meditate always
rode motorcycles
was a cowboy behind the wheel
partied more than his share

Had too many women
Never like to be anybody's
slave

Ended up in India melting with
the Gurus

Got himself a couple a degrees on
the wall
wall
wall

Lost interest in all the excitement
couldn't quite get a grip on the
enlightenment

meditates a lot
alone a lot
not interested in the superficial
drama of "relationship"
longing for super-soulful
connection

driving home like an arrow
now he's planning on riding to
Costa Rica
(waiting for something to write about)

In the middle of this
life
just break the illusion
you've invested so much
in

(oldest trick in the book
your civil union,
very very
unoriginal)

Write a poem or two
ride a few thousand
miles

(he was a pure
moonchild)

go somewhere inside
myself
where I can believe in
my dreams
again

(you always have
to die

at the end of the
journey)

End of the Ride

You can't become
anything

Only relax into
who you
are

He didn't try to
write poetry

(Just laid in bed all
 night, at 10 years old
making sure he could
rhyme every word he knew)

Started filling empty books with
verse,
pouring over the Thesaurus his
mother had bought him

Grew to be a man who walked
the earth on his own path
Took an uncharted course through
wilderness

Motorcycles
Goddesses
Asia
Europe
West coast
East coast

Radical Masters
Underground meditation encounters

The way of being of a
poet
is his
poetry

Metal machine god
every sub-culture has been
commodified

Done with the
world

Corporate rulers
Twisted Political correctness
victims are the
oppressors

Slink off...
Dinosaur into the
lush primeval forest

Fasting
alone
in the darkness

This is my solution
to a world
I no longer
understand

Crazy Horse
is the one

Riding into battle
no fear of death

Certain of his protection

Old subway tracks
scream like dying ghosts
into the new year

young brother next to me
was in Times Square
and shows me a video
of the ball dropping

Chinese ladies across the car
wish me Happy New year