Coming Down and all alone
in a catacomb of creosote
Desert sagebrush burning bones
On sacred hollow land unowned
Several species sudden moans
Constant cravings cracking codes
Peyote paving roads to home
Waking up and all alone
Shed some skin and be reborn
Wanderlust transcending form
Lament the serpentine accord
Realize rapture’s real reward
In Guanajuato, Mexico
my manic mind melting once more
Singing odes through microphones
en la ciudad de mi corazon
(and I just can’t wait for you no more
I just can’t make it on my own )
Climbing Mt Sinai’s east coast slope
cirugia a corazon abierto
Breathlessness begetting bleak evasions
No es acetable para mi ahora
The summit’s sudden vista
looming above
The sun we always circle dissipates
its warmth
Vertigo distorts the panorama
The clouds engulf the view I worked
my ass off for
The past presents its pretense
at each interval
The switchbacks switching up
the cheery chartered course
The blessed curse of consciousness
pushing you on
into invasive species spraying everything
with love
Ocotillo blooming in the desert warmth
Apache Lake smiling like some
strange mirage
Water where you’d never expect
it to roar
Let’s camp here tonight and
swim like kids tomorrow
(Cause I just can’t make it on my own
And i just can’t take it anymore)
Ashes spread in windswept whirls
of Vermillion
Cliffs that clip the only slip I’ve
ever known
I stand atop the rock I’ve stood
with you before
And send you back into the eternity
of Desert Dust
Creosote and cottonwood and juniper
Decorate my sense of smell
with nostalgia
The freezing turquoise cold of
The Colorado
carries you through the Grand Canyon
down to Mexico
Coming Down and all alone
in a catacomb of creosote
Desert Sagebrush burning bones
on sacred hollow land unowned
Several species sudden moans
Constant cravings cracking codes
Peyote paving roads to home
Waking up and all alone
I salivate sublime
at the tantalizing thought of
Painted Desert excavation
Transcendental reunion
Cottonwood bliss, nothingness
Creosote cries beneath infinite skies
of esoteric undulations
in ancient southwestern longing
Delving deep into
my epic Apache heart
which melts at every earthen
East Coast turn
into her, my Virgoan Other,
my Ripe Red Ricochet Love
Oh how I ache
to introduce my favorite place
to my most Precious Being
Oh how I long
To reconnect my soul mate safe
to my most sacred space
The Juniper bends as if it’s listening
As if it always has
Incandescent sycamore notions
Permeate my ever-humming
haunted head
The gesticulating ghosts chant
The ethereal earthen dirge
of Geronimo’s glory in Chiricahua
I want to be pure yet epic, haunted, dirty
I want to bathe her gorgeous feet
in the healing turquoise waters
of the almighty Colorado
"We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names."
"The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural... The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness and becomes white." Kandinsky
In love in dirt immersed immeshed bound to lead to not only this Darkness descends inevitably At the damnedest times We were a titillating tempest in a darkened forest Wisdom of owl hoot offerings Mysterious Moans of winged approval Toward We, Virgo Squared in earthen molten lava love We earth signs melt on holy dirt of hallowed forest floor We earth signs meld in epic turns in tune as one we wore Our love like an incurable condition We fiercely fucked death away in the formidable forests of old soul Shindagin Making transcendental love the entire time Inextricably intertwined Kiss in Cold of dirt decorating Naked skin immeshed, scintillating My tongue explores inside and over Her mouth, her moans, Her sensuous pleasures When she left I was left Devoid of instructions On how, on if, to return to vague vapor of nebulous form