pissing on an open wound
just scraps from a broken jug
and bottle cap balast

tired, poached like
big game
in lonely, shimmering grasslands

tracked and trampled
left under foot,
dug his heels in

a sudden shift in your frame

There's a certain amount of
belligerence that balances out
what's left of the walking dead. And the
illegitimate sons of dynomite fuelled animalistic
manics shall envelope the world with
a smoke screen of pure
psychosis. So the bottom line is
here's my teeth, break the ice with them

-From Jupiter

like a patron saint of motion
eyes not focused
hair whipped sideways
world a blur of color


trickling into the sea

under grainy light
my footstep echo on
sad, grey pavement
fills the deserted road

for the next ones

Try n’stop the girl with the travelin fingers and wind for hair
cause kid, if you only had the right kinda ears to hear the stories this worn ol’ blue bag could tell you

of memories that smell like locks of smoke
scrapped skin, coffee sting and feeling broke
like the way the back of a neck and fingertips spoke

but I’ve figured out the perfect combination of solution creations to keep in motion forever
Never stop.
you wanna know these stories
cause i got a friend who’ll squeeze yer heart n’squirt lemon juice in yer eye, make you beg more certain disaster then tell ya he’s a myth, that we’re all a myth
and another who’ll pull stars from the sky for a glass o’ red wine a fast ride and midnight dance
one’ll rip the road right out from under your wheels, toss ya into the dusty land with bottle of cheap booze, a tire iron and a pin cushion and tell ya he wants new boots by noon
there’s a giant in tight pants who’ll pierce right through ya, with eyes like super nova, burning holes in yer pockets that you won’t wanna mend
I know a girl with a scientific mind and a wild drunk smile who throws tobacco into fires and prays to the universe
and a bartendin buhda with a bass heart playin with the earth tones and talkin to aliens
you wanna know these stories
the sly cat local shaman, island kings, and river kings, and shoreline dancin queens and karaokie angels livin offa dream smoke and whiskey tickles
singing to an old blue moon,
singing to the jumpin mad twitch under yer skin
drivin on forever
no rest only lust and dust

and you wanna know somethin
I got a queen elizabeth rose with crazy dew eyes in my backyard that hasn’t bloomed in years
well, this year it did
and that aint no dirt lie
you wanna know these stories
with your own eyes!
you wanna see these soul guts
it’ll blow your fuckin mind
right out back yer dull skull
that’s how I go without knowin where the next turn’ll take me
kid, I’ve lived through shit that’d break ya
and I got these stories
you wanna know these stories?

you think you got the right kinda ears

the strobe effect of passing traffic
seems to slow down time
just enough for it to sting

my palms smell of stagnant cigarette butts
my hypocampus is screaming

Was it so long ago
That we met only to dance awkwardly?
Awkward yes,
But not without grace.
And some time after The Borrowed Match Polka
The coffee stopped flowing.
But the sun never stopped shining.
And I never got to tell you
Or blame you
Or thank you
For the seed of doubt
You planted like a flowering weed
In my garden of false content.

In the craziest schemes
I try to find asylum
Biding my time
Because you can’t wake from daydreams

Lately the universe has been loud
Not the same soft sound were used to
No, it’s like a dinner bell or noisy hunger pang
And everybody tells me they’ve been hearing it
I don’t wanna miss the meal of a lifetime
So I’m just gunna run towards the clatter

Impromptu song for Lil

Won’t you please hold these wild horses
One moment more
I’ve been drinking
And acting like a whore

And won’t you please watch my back side
Don’t let me back slide
Don’t let me ride
That range
It’s dangerous

Yes I’m an awful mess
Causing you sure distress
We wake up sore like wild horses
Held one moment more

Phaistos

soft clay whisper
burried under concrete dream city
and I can't hear your story
of a Greek beauty under olive tree
shade
or maybe warriors waiting
with gods and tides ahead

there's no way to wrap
my mouth around your sounds
but maybe history defeats itself
like thoughts lost in wine
every mystery in these moments
concealed
and we're just cut die pressed deep
nothing but immortal

bird sleeping nestled
under yellow light
ablaze

Light Like Medicine

Darlin,
the girls got a firefly heart
and though fever dream
it’s hard to say
weather that light lights for you

Cause there’s mountain ridges
risin high between
your smoky eyes
and a drifters dream
and like she spoke
those speedway days
full of broken bones
and red wine stains
you were just a candle wick
and she a firefly spark
to shed a little warmth and light
upon a path so dark

Now don’t be fooled
and lose you way
in drifters dreams
and fireflies play
cause whose to know
weather or not
your path rides parallel
with hers
or if it's just
another road to cross
to bring you round to
what you really want

Just know this
darling friend
that a fireflies light
it has no end
so any time
you need a spark
on a lonely road
lost in the dark
grab yourself a firefly
and ask the drifter
for a ride
and you’ll soon see
the road beneath your feet
you’ll know weather
to ride on or not
and you’ll know
exactly where to get off

Darlin,
she’s got a firefly heart
one that burns forever
without stop
so now that you’re on
if you really want off
you're gonna have to
learn how to jump

if we are us

Dawn is the time to see flying saucers
But magic in every instant
And walking everywhere
Life abounds on either side

We are the folks who help caterpillars cross the road
There is no name for our reward
Highway people and gypsy band
Who carry with us affections of many colors
Inventing slowly this new culture
Knowing only that now is forward
And there is no need to ask for directions
And some of us speak of rubber balls
And some of us speak of park benches
And some of us speak of cloud to cloud lightning
This is our way of speaking
Sometimes with barroom breath and poetry
Sometimes only with wide eyes

Our family holds many songs in our many satchels
We sing them by firelight and dashboard
We paint on bedroom doors and card board
Dancing new steps with invented rhythms
Howling and clapping and laughing and smelling
What fate has sewn on the breezes that reach us
In moments the great mystery touches us
And he said “truths like that
You have to let those strange hands touch you”

and now the
hairless ape
realizes
lotus flower
lonliness
instantaneous
the dark is a scent of freedom
or was it just buttermilk
and now the
hairless ape
realizes
trees
require climbing
to be

or maybe there will be cities and cars and high courts and schools and prayers and gods and morals and roads and space travel and meaning and dreams

and now the
hairless ape

what drives me wild
the wild dull glow
of women's eyes
in a dim lit room
with the horror movie glow
pourin' outa the screen

the taste of slow motion feedback
as the worlds began spinning in reverse
all the universe unswirled and sucked in

standing on that pinhead spark
that couldn't really be called matter or energy
we knew what it was like
to have NO TIME

he might have been a mystic
and a gardener
she might have been some myth
in some animal world
and maybe with his shaved head
and silent one word enlightenment
he could of painted
her stealing stars
from the night

don't want to walk through it
wanna press myself up against this world
bleed into it, smeared
fingerprints left on the glass

insomnia

thoughts crowding out sleep
pillows and nightlights
wandering sedatives
lists like
tranquil blowdarts