Quiet mind in the summer
streets

We roam the dark wooded places
(float smooth together in nighttime
grace)

I feel free with her
(she likes two wheels)
We ain't ridin nowhere

Took me to the phantom
spaces
(some kind of dark angels
dancing in the forest)

(she moves without rain-
filled clouds glide right
through her)

She ain't ridin nowhere
(and I don't mind
no I don't mind the)
way we ride

She ain't ridin' nowhere
tonight and I'm right
there by her side

Yeah we ain't ridin nowhere
(nowhere without the sky)
and the rooster crows inside the
dawn of our lives

And I'm tattooed like I ride
freedom written write across my
back

I am the fire
and the earth and the
water and the air

I am whatever elements
Aristotle believed
comprised the universe

I glide smoothly over this world
(it's a circle after all)
Rolling along small sections of the circle
on my combustion powered cycle

Something out of a dark and mystic future
something from an archaic past
and I think of you always
and there is poetry in my blood
in my bones
in my frontal lobe

All my nerve endings
fluids
appendages
nails, hair
senses and sensory perceptions
are alive with an outlier perception
of alien, freedom

Air breathing itself without form
fire kindling itself without oxygen
earth suspending itself without gravity
water shaping itself with no container

Whatever is at the center
of what you are

Is the center of all my
poems

Abstract mythology of nationalism
cultural-nationalism
(my warped brain is fused with the
stars and stripes
crazy stars, and bloody stripes)

I got stars for eyes
blind faith in capitalism and democracy
Kill to be free
we must kill to be free

Stripes of blood runnin' across all my
dreams
all my bloody dreams
Walk the earth a Proud American

No one can stop me
my passport is backed up by a billion
bombs

And I'm not ashamed anymore
and I love it
Dam right I've got the right!
Right to bear arms and live beyond my means
right to die free

I can talk shit about her but
YOU CAN'T
don't you dare say anything about my girl!
(remember we saved ALL your asses back in
WWII)
Screw you
I'm American

Back on the backroads
(I can see the galaxy tonight)

Stopped by an old church
by the side of the road
to talk to you
(illuminated steeple
listening to hoot owls)


Crisp night/summer air knifing
my skin
(as I fly on this machine)

I imagine that outlaws stick mainly to backroads
passersby are a little frendlier (on backroads)
think I'm gonna stay
Back on the backroads

It's a terrible game we
play with
ourselves
this life (this love)

A sort of turning
Away

Eagles losing altitude,
a faltering thermal

gliding