coffee blackness
absence of machines
we held as sacred

black dog sat covered
respendant in tarhished steel
waiting to howl for anyone
with the
key

crazy enough to ingite her fuel and
ride

Whatever moment ended the
age before our minds became
locked in incessant stimulation

Was it that time we sat on a sidewalk
in someone's neighborhood at midnight
smelling of coffee and dreams

There is no bottom left to kick out
no rebellion that has not been comercialized

VAGUE MEMORIES OF THUNDER

Her thirst
Broken Gods
Sacred River Pollution

Sputtering Chariots
Scent of midnight espresso
Smoking cubans on ancient
machines

The otherworldness
waking up with unknown
goddesses

Lady Slippers

I placed her ashes
gently in the sand,
amongst the pines
of the land
she held so dear

Right between
where two rare
orchids would bloom
in one week's time

When we burned out again
about halfway to never and the
babba told us to go back, back
back before
before we were born
before these bodies

before the stars
and find ourselves there
before the forests
and the darkness
before god

After a while
you start to notice
the time travel

Projection back and
forth an image of your
younger self

When stars were all
that sailors had
to guide them home

And a smile or a
prayer was all he had
to remember his woman

The gods held mercy
and vengeance