I want to be a hippie,
join a small commune,
set up my camp
way out in the woods,
near the back forty
& the railroad tracks.

I want to swim naked
with them pretty chicks,
braid natty dreads,
go tubing on the river,
make beeswax candles
& tie dyes.

I want weave dream catchers,
paint glitter on Venetian beads,
sing happy songs,
create new stars,
eat whole wheat bread
& make Tabouili salads.

I wanna dance,
circle the blazing fire,
shout out at the moon,
splash myself in patchouli,
smell ****-smoke in the air
& indulge in tantric things.

I don’t wanna
hurt anybody,
break any laws,
just wanna spread love,
blow kisses to butterflies,
ride double-rainbows
on magic carpets
& be a hippie.

She is blazing hot,
fire smolders
deep within her soul,
from her fingertips,
she shoots pixie-dust.

She can take you down
with just one squeeze,
her lips will kiss you madly,
hips will rock you
into submission,
make you succumb
to her fiery-will.

And once
she takes you down,
you will never be the same,
your dreams are disrupted,
your heartbeat is irregular,
her fragrance will forever
permeate your body,
as you become a prisoner
to her element.

I spent my nights
on the sharpest edges,
imbibed supernatural fixes
to break ice,
make things seem better,
feel all nice.

On Kashmiri-tempo,
I looked for a cowgirl
in the sand with every day
one of intense celebration.
Bad to the bone was
the motto of logical songs.
Dust in the wind
& free birds never lied,
I cried in the cane break,
zig zagged through ghostland,
lived in
the twilight zone,
a young Turk
in love with radar,
alone on
Heaven's stairway.

Every time you
tap another key,
post another word,
give me more stanza,
you sink deeper,
place your heart
on the line
with mine.

'Cause I read
everything
you put out
& I imagine
your delicate fingers
tracing my own stories
of loneliness &
broken hearts.

You're so fine,
a genuine poet.

We stayed in a real temple,
bribed the guards
to spend the night with jaguars,
sleep with dolphins
&  listen to the howlers
scream all night,
above our
sacred love-making,
which ended with the rising
of the morning star
& the coming of more tourists
to see crumbling pyramids.

Lonely rides along
A shadowy figure breaking hearts
His sad lot in life

why is it
that fear always
finds a reason
to embrace me
even when i
hope it doesn't?
i hate fear
but it seems
to like me
it can't get away
from me
no matter how
hard i try
i finally give up
and give in
to fear

I remember ancient history,
back in the day,
we'd hit the ****
then sing an Allman song or two.

Sometimes we'd pile into the 'Cuda,
cruise down to see the drag review.
Them guys were beautiful
under the influence.

One of those nights,
Patrick picked up a chick
that was a dude with a ****.
It seemed like it took him a long time
to get over it, but maybe
we were wrong.

I heard he came out of
the closet years ago.
Maybe he was trying
to tell us something,
or maybe we were
just too drunk & naive
to understand such things.

Whatever the case,
those days were fun,
a time for self-discovery
& drag queen shows
viewed under the influence
of tasty ****.

We are royalty,
common kings & queens,
birthed in our humanity,
breathing the same molecules
as did the Caesars
& forever
we will kiss
Cleopatra,
our eternal kin.