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