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)