EXCERPTS

I HAD THIS WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL



The rumbler comes down and sucks our bones
That flesh tube was too crowded
The next one may be more frantic

Blustery salted mountain
Broken toes getting to work over
Shadows river but up here
Where no babies can slip through the tracks

My legs feel like the train cars going past
Kicking out of control yet moving and moving
Cannot stop because I am this far out
And it will be winter for a while
It is the birds
The cold bums raising their bottles to the one love
That got away

Actually she is still going
Walking on by

I can feel the eyes peeling back
Splitting personalities to the point of midnight
Howls and dawn brings a racing heart
A dream cracked open before
The finale
Dreams oh baby
Oh sweet lips and thighs of glory

In dusk love the thought of you keeps me up
Up with the window in December
The room is a closure of bats and shadows of my visions
Making sight of ghosts while getting real

Pursuing a grand feeling
Sensory hands with deep-sea pressure
My hustle for you
Through the thorn forest of time
The blossom of beauty

The thrust and turbo-ignite
Take hold
Grasping the claws out of my mouth


Wild birds staying away up in the hills
Bursting off from the flock in December
Where I wandered this morning in my apartment
Checking out the spilled honey

Where have all the ants gone
Vacation from the frozen hill
To the bones of the forest to the
Foam and Flesh of the sea

West
East
South
Open arms to enrapture your heart like hold
A few grasp of stones
Sand and mud
My crushing flower