take
my heart
tumble it
beating for you
gamble take the risk don’t make me wait long
Russian roulettes corner me black on red
kiss me where it
hurts me more
then go
truth
just
lip deep
i love you
not today dare
to be a fool you might win the game prize
i’m willing to pawn my life for a mere
cold twist of fate
we might find
that we
bleed
the wind is beautiful soft blue
tonight the moon is quiet just a giggle in a hush
i wait and i call in my thoughts they are impetuous children
while my soul walks on sunset’s shores alone
the sewers carry my logic atop the roads i see the cliffs
down to the ocean gravity tolls a bell
where i wait in the dark for Venus to glow
where i feel your salty cold hands in a fast fading memory
in my imagination cherry tree in symphony
deep down in the last hope hands no longer clasped
of my heart i know not where or what to say
the trance broken by an old girl
starry are her purple eyes
she asks for a smoke
smiling i shrug my shoulders
she comforts me for not having the vice
little does she know
the habit of you in my soul
inhibits my mind
forever
for much of my youth i went from one corner of Hollywood to another the moon a constant companion except when she had to escort the beautiful ones in being a juvenile vagabond laid a certain freedom but too much of it lead to complicated cages at 17 with about two packs of everything bad on a daily i flourished in education book and otherwise yet i couldn’t remember much of my childhood it might have been a good thing nevertheless i loved my freedom to drink or stare at antiquities at the museum for hours and hours or maybe sleep in the library and eat onion rings at Astro’s the beach was nice at 1 p.m. on Tuesdays i really loved the hand of the wind on my shoulder and the seagulls chasing me as i threw crumbs of French baguette at them oh how i smiled and laughed
the sticks under my bare feet are wet
with dew from the shore below i’ve
walked and have spoken silence
to my mind and cannot
reconcile or come
to an accord
sing to me
gently
soul
the round drop
rolls down a breeze of air slips by
the world ends and begins again
on the edge of the sun
they say things will be good
the suns and the deaths
keep showing up
and my breath it cuts short
they say to hang on but
to let go of my addiction
to the one i ask for
the pressure of faith is insurmountable
in the middle of the night
when the fear is greater
i draw a fool
going nowhere in a circle
balmy sweeps of crusty air circle your pinky bike facing me
swooshing by our old galaxy eyes lock
and the heavens swirl about me slow-like
Amir asks why i go the way i go
and i can only answer like your palomino did
dead eye girl Geronimo it is you i know
half a mile up we smell the food of your enemies
blowing south to the seas of cactus
to the west the pale horse peddles in fire water and gold
Geronimo in young girl cloak bronze face
with ancient snakes of worry
oh Lizard King forgive me your blue Amir rides with me tonight through your love streets
nananananana
which were originally mines alone
remarkable girl-Kachina i do admire your courage
on the corner sitting on that pinky be-wheeled palomino
dying slowly slowly slowy a tiny bit a day
Geronimo in your eye
ghost molecules need penetrate my blood with artificial healing
that Philadelphia bell tolls nine
women spirits whose skies rip open oozing snake oil gods
to slither in my soul
choking out our spirit through scattered thoughts
rusty lights broken smile dream dropper
Lizard King hotness in my bones
sonic pulsing in my ears typing on electric stones
thinking of learning to drive the reigns
Geronimo girl eye pinky palomino i in blood
to the fair with the flags inky pinky vibes
broken veins broken flowers jesters laughing
deer dances hidden ghosts at the shin of the God so long ago roaming in this tired wind
ride little Geronimo eyed girl
Amir
the cactus
the sky
the gold
and the King
sit for you in corners to catch you riding west forever…
