everyone is gifted with fear and faith

everyone is gifted with fear and faith

in its breath to live through its earthly

inheritance along plain memory and hope

in the mist of alternative shootouts

(when in the queue or elsewhere

 _better make it a rule -just

 anywhere- mind the telling

 gestures signals ground writings

for in due time we all get the call to be

in the game and we must be affixed

with a pledge in spite of any handicap

or ability

hardest is to be picked out as fisherman

or tax collector _no head role's welcome_
(the outcome's well known and the cross)

but the question is how to achieve the will

for holiness while trapped in cosmic flesh

and blood and with the universe inherited

as a mental block...and one toils to strike

a mark to see justice on the score though

at long last one couldn’t expect to be

remembered at all

so while on the road we meet at rest-stops

over proverbial cheeseburgers and coke

sometimes one’s too weak (not that the soda

is too strong) and they have to take down

the water-closet door to drag you out

harboring in the myth

he can think not

his rolls and waves as if beating wings

flashflood the blood vessels

turning his eyes blind his ears ringing

his head dumb until his will

quits reaching and gropes darkness

wanting like the ostrich he believes

to hole-in the panic

and it gets deeper surely

all is at ease underground

his senses blind him fooldigger

ready to go down on truth

over his head and believe

anything thereafter unreal

love story (of wine and roses)

i love you i love you like i never
loved before love is all verses in bloom
banging oblivious the walls of time hard 
and blinding the sensical redolence
of flesh on flesh flood waters colored
with reflections expectantly sudden
of neon lights flushing indistinct 
the dregs of sweat in crevices where brews 
the seed of jets to a finish in and out of
love and gain flesh and pain fire and rain

when passion smolders bare in the hay
and sheets flame up to cover burned out
remains of wanton thirst i don’t ask you
to scratch my back i just reach where i can


"...and everybody says i don't care
  i'm just trying to remember the days..."

feeling milky way

if we were ever to succeed
we should walk to encounter life
primed and willin _no small feat
after a long haul through the south
west and mexico the cargo
customary cigarettes booze
and illegals_ though unsteady
and blearyeyed but confident
with the perspective of weed wine
and whites and dallas alice last
after every headlight it'd make
sense to hope for glee at long last
to befall the lands of greed grown
in every seed to venom all
but those with good will and resolve
you could begin embracing love
(and the gift of being yourself)
and begin enjoying life fit
with the wink of time at the vile
and the nod of heavens with signs
wondrous and far observed by some
instantly turned to salt never
to return in the endless ride
except perhaps as a verse dark
in the dream of a burned-out gal
sleeping in the cab of a semi
off the road one august night

of course there was much confusion at the river

of course there was much confusion at the river

trading words of penance for the remission of sin

we saw it from atop the terrace hotel

and through every nonsense

and under the incantation of a full moon

i lost my best lies to you right on the gaming table

fatuous and warped by the numbers

dizzy at the sight of revolving angels

_and with feathers in our drinks_

before a wild crowd who cheered the mighty engines

pulling emotionless spinning their giant wheels

as the days meandered away with each other spells

showing you immodestly wanting to be mine

as I was yours plenty and always

with guitars sounding like bells ready

to usher our way into the whirlwind of being in love

and ring our hearts in tune with our darling songs

in a way we could not convey to any of the present

though some said they understood the drill

so we went on becoming with the feeling

that no one knew the right words nor the way out

we sat there holding hands moist under the table

and saw the numbers blurred on the wheel

signs beyond recognition held us still

and then and there we bared our telling phrases

like litanies of tall tale bits their meaning

uncertain fitful to ourselves

downtown acid

here i go
         i can't make out what 
the rumour is that goes right
as leftwich steps on the gas
and we go up and the clouds
are wind in our ears whispering
nonsense and bits of satisfying 
sing-alongs on bridges falling
and falling into a brooklyn
where tim leary is yet awaited
and everyone is an undercover
the kind who blows its cover  
with a barrage of foul language
over some wise kid moving a street 
barrier for no conceivable reason
   you could know the truth just once
   out of the hat or the chiaroscuro
hear here panthers lay on carpeting
plush plus we are getting shafted
they say _it's okey let's skedaddle
before it all comes crumbling down
   we could break through once more
we got tickets for the warhol show
it's rock and roll and even the cat's
cool now and the breeze it's sudden
on our face and the ride and the view

living off a bible black night

living off a bible black night
in the bough darkness of six 
feet under among the primal 
shards mattering no longer 
the bone nor the ashes on call 
ready and silent deaft to 
the plate sliding rumbling 
the first cry long awaiting
just mercy lastly chewing 
gum toboggan runs _so much 
more for knowing it all wrong 
a victim of circunstance