When the infinite spaces of
(whatever we are)
meet inside the
unquantifiable confines
(of my wicked brain)...

You decide

(I got tires and oil on the floor of this
rotgut dump)
I'll burn that shit off in no time

(ride devil-free through the
time infested space of these tarmac
dreams)

Ancient 70's music screams through
my bloodstream
Polluted
Gentle
Fragmented
Fragile
disturbances
Surge

invisible stratagems
infiltrate all systems
(stay visible:
or go underground sometimes:
so Zen
there is no name left to
touch you)

There's a lot of ghosts
walking around in our
brains

(collection of spirits haunting
most everything)

She knows she's not just
( passin' thru me)

she got blood
& Gold and
Steal
(for me)

Funny how
Spirits like us
could spend a lifetime

Not knowing what to do

(except be free
like angels

burn like
sinners)

I like meeting you here
in the future
Imagining how I've known you
before

How I'll know you
again

Your thoughts come to me
in perfect poems
(unspoken prose
weaving itself through the
night of time)