I was a scholar
once

Now I hide amongst
dead armies of
zombie consumption

Rider terror through midnight
highways unseen by the
undead

*she gave me things only trees
and stars and that old mountain
know about

We should have died to this world
together, let the animals survive on our
bones

that would have been
poetry

Such a beautiful
poet you are my darling
(the secret life I live
in your heart

what a welcome surprise;
a home to rest in.

those days on the Plateau
that goddess of a city
who gave us all her charms

I don't know why she loved me
so much

or how the gods allowed me to hear
you shouting down the street
that I was
"an enlightened prince")

One of the gods told her:

"You're afraid to let go 

cuz you've made something 

so beautiful 

and with so much pain"

It's beautiful that there

are things we do not know

Can't control 

the wave 

only how 

we ride the 

flow

The thought police
don't like me
(tell me whose lives
matter

what words are okay
to say

what books i can read

what to think and breath)

Pushing these machines around
Wer'e all so scared
(we're all so strong)

Spirit machines riding
Ghost highways
broken answers

(dirt rider call home
we lost you in the slipstream
where have your lovers
gone)

Leave your ghosts behind
(it's time)

If you had to
remember that I loved you once
further than the sun
splattering passions and hemoglobin from
impressionist garden


This whole place is a holy
mirage risen from cosmic hearts
by our decorated skulls in this

Sacred burn, (again into a desert bird carrying us)
until the enlightned futures once
forgotten so long ago
speaking a language that no longer exists

staring into your eyes
ride this skeletal machine
fuelled only with death dreams

I want a poet for a
wife
Someone unafraid to
kill

An animal ready to be
devoured
by God

Rushing fiercley into
the arms of the
infinite

Do you know how much
I loved you
sacred one

How your presense soothed
and lifted my spirit

How your hair brought
me back to Rome
when we first met

Did you know that the copy
of Leaves of Grass you gave
me is the only one
I own

She's Indigo,
and we're all
old souls
(my crew)

Rollin with the
G-sho's
rebel and we
know

The light side
and the pain
(liquid-love)

and the Phoenix sun
we ride on until the
new dawn

What kind of shore did
we wash ourselves upon
my beloved

What kind of sword did we
impale ourselves upon

I know you can feel this
shit
(spooky action at a distance
bitch)

Did you hear my
poems

Voice stangled within
you

I could have been the oxygen
in your blood

You could have been the blood
in my veins

If you loved
me you'd show up on
my doorstep hidden as I
am in Montana

Impossible demand for
an impossible love

You never knew the eagles
that were my friends or the
huge holes in my stories

Whitman and Ginsburg
can we all show each other
our New Yorks
(I'm ashamed of mine,
just kids staring at their phones)

Walt could show us wildnerness and
farms of Brooklyn

Perhaps we'd all be happiest with Allen
in some hopped up junky dirt
jazz cafe with whiskey in foggy
glasses

Take us to filth of alphabet city
then we could hide on lawns of
Union Square with the waning hippies

ROCINANTE

Sacred machine
we were made by
the same hand
the same god

My life force
flows into you
stainless metal perfection

Black thunderous
murder combustion

Blood bonded sweat
dreams fears glory
death we embrace each other
the way we understand each
other

Should I prepare
myself for the invisible
golden throne

The one I gave my
new diamond heart to
all those years ago
in India

(the ecstatic tide of your
poverty and opulence
mama India)

Fake silence
fake lives

Try to be like everyone
else with perfect fake lives

Fake lives crumbling ask me
why I'm not like them

(freedom lingers strong
this road never ends,
too stationary to follow,

I was only someone you
knew once)

So we road the
magic carpet to our
riches

Flew past whatever
we saw

I used to be an eagle
but a hawk is
easier

(crows are best.
like my friend with a broken
wing.

I feed him cashew nuts and
currants)

Every event offers
an opportunity to surpass
your demons

I used to want to just
go somewhere and be
cool and now

I'm already
home

Only because it's
the City I've been
building in my soul

Motorcycles are
one's love, passion
and Freedom

She was a butterfly
or a vampire or nothing
but a figure of my imagination

just like now

I have decided
that Walt Whitman
is my grandfather
great-grandfather
great-great-grandfather

Whatever fits into the
chronological scheme of
things

For our souls are the same
and he is the American-Poet
of my soul-family

What a great grandfather of
my poet-soul he is,
for he has already adressed all
my concerns

Taken measures to ensure my
freedom and my love,
and my care
in his works

He rises with his pen
and masters all hearts from
the beautiful beyond

Reaches into my hand and
guides these lines

Thank you sweet great father

Surrender these techno
lives
Ride dinosaur fumes
of combustion paradise

Outlaw since 1903
Runnin thru
AZ

Close to the border
hotter n' hell
Fligh higher than Icarus
(it's OK I'm
a phoenix)

She ran mountain
lion into darkness
only to emerge

envolped in light
she dreamed

Discussing Proust
outside shops in the
east village that
no longer exist

Except in places that
cannot be touched
(remember the time you
flew in from Siberia
and got me kicked out
of my apartment in
NYC

We altered the course of
our planetary trajectories
that night, you me and
the East river)

So we tried to
solve life's mysteries
deciphering graffiti
on subways

unlocking
superhuman
hungers

The awakening must happen
(all the machines are beautiful)
she is a divine animal
wrapping herself into infinity

Thank you Montana
for your mountain
aloneness

(I'm sorry to whom-
ever/that I went inside
and you can't find
'me')

Whatever image you lost
of us
was something you never
knew how to
hold onto

She was a cool rider
after the phsychic storm

All I ever wanted was
to ride

I'm gonna ride on as
long as I can

Gonna run on til'
they turn off the band

I could tell what her heart
meant by the way she wrapped
around me

I could feel the warmth of her soul
reaching for my love

Dear Montreal Goddess:

I have memories of you
in the Laurentian mountains
that hold my soul
in resplendant opulence

G-sho. One for the road.

You inherit the fortune
of my existence
soul brother

We wore Shaman robes
took our mother
to the other
side

Waved off death-riders
fell naked from blue sky
surviving
(like it was nothing)
peace in paradise
valley

We roam like mongolian
soldiers
spitting flames from
iron horses

Nothin' but old
souls
we embrace only
the faithful

Whoever you were I
loved you then and the
remnants retain
fragments of me back
then

Old road dawg rollin
through a few more
worlds
(find me a new sun)

Is there silence
in his mind

(did she drop
the space of them
from her
light)

Mother spider
knows
weaving fabric
of her universe

For my mother Joan on Mother's day, 5 years after she's been gone

There is no poetry
or spirit large enough
to contain you

You burst forth from my
own blood
pirouetting across an
infinity of love

Those New York
days are gone
(when you licked icing
off my fingers,
we were poetry in the
subway
rattling across
from Brooklyn)

When I knew
how to love
riding through mountains

Across a bridge
into an emerald city
only to become

Lost in the Montreal
Underground
with fragile
godesseses

I'm almost home
We rode like demons
Through the canyons

You never knew the real me

Radio silence
between us

If there was a way out
of our darkness

(I have my own light)
wish we could
if only the stars hadn't

In my eyes if only
you could shine
one more infinite
time

if there's a way
please answer by
returning to a place
we've never been

God is the only thing that does
not rust

Otherwise we'd love the
Machines too much

Those moments in your
Eyes we never forgave
ourselves for

Burned by
Ecstasy

Charmed into afterlife
Promises

forsaken snake
medicine

Things so empty
we take personally

all paths will lead to
enlightenment

How many deaths have you
survived

(why are you so Fuk_n
dead inside?)

I ride
I just ride
shoot to live
live to shoot

(there is a goddess
or two somewhere in
time that remembers
us)

Pune, German Bakery
Phoenix-like
Yes I'm so goddamn pheonix-
like

TIMELORD

we reside in
freedom of the light
(don't touch my rifle
or my bike )

Something American in our
blood makes us not stand down
do you want a follower or a
leader

I bend easy don't
ever brake
only follow my
own way
(which is the way of the
king)

Because you followed
your dream
it helped me to follow
my dream

...now I don't know
what our chances are
or why we feel light
and ecstasy when are
hearts ride free and
everything dissapears

and all i need...

Almost wish I
still loved you
So I could feel
the Sharpness of the
Pain

Angels set me
free one piece
at a time by
Stealing my burdens
away

Time-Lord Jesus
they don't realize I'm
just your Soldier

Riding through this
stain of a world
on the One True
Machine

My guts are inside that
Engine
Sould flies out of that
Rifle

My love for you is
the same as pain
(mon papillon d'ete)

Mountain passion lingers
in peaks unmovable
down in the valleys we
are all to human
fragile dreams of glass we
never cooled enough
to be malleable

This is the afterlife
beloved.

I died somewhere in a
midnight tequila haze way back
in the summer of 88

Some crazed angel stooped low
reckoning intangible madness
straightening twisted
metal

Freedom on the cusp of
carnage three joints into a
drug fueled haze the answer
came several years later from
divine sources

of course the machines
our alive we
created them

Contemplate what we
surrendered not to
become

Starfuck implosion
with all this God-reasoning
the beasts far surpass our wisdom

Broken-hearts n' such
we have our pain
in Common

Victoria in the morning
these are the people of your
homeland

Ride the streets midnight outlaw
she don't care how cold it
is
she don't care how lost we
are

laughs at the rain
wants to get her make up
running
Doesn't fear the pain

(lets life burn her truth
with a sweet aroma)

Written in a Phoenix motel (my paradise) January 20th 2016

So this is my Phoenix
after the ashes and burning
(She always said I had eagles
wings)

Here with the nubian goddesses
and mexican princesses
of all my dreams
we ride burning

Palm tree lined highways
cacti salute our glory

We love you pappi we love
you mammi
mothers and fathers of the homeland
burn me into the dessert
burn your secrets into my skin

I have risen
again

What if we became
all those things we
dreamed about

Those fantasy
times we already lived
out

No one understands about
the flowers and the girls
in the pyramids

The Euro-goddesses
flogging ecstasy past
the borders of
consciousness

And we channeled our ancestors
and blew away the stars
certain planets aligned in a dimension
slightly outside our
own

Street dogs howled and third
world fires bunred away
my Western dominance

With King DNA
and the need to be free

It's a Jesus thing
this path I'm on

Lookin' for my
Ride or Die

The inversion of the absence of your
ego casts an empty shadow

The intuitive intelligence captures
the all knowing light of infinite
grace

(we are eagles scavenging
cosmic skies for these
artifacts)