I miss all my old friends

having the natural dyed,
echoing the color of my eyes,
has added blue blood to
the clear waters while I shower
the hours, days, and ever on
fade away
like the sky from my hair
I think I want to go back
greet the blonde with a welcome
look and old grin
I want the outside to reflect
what is in

i just want to write
pour out this feeling in my gut
I can't keep it stomached
but a good line
I can't seem to make up

foggy images invade my sleep
I groggily creep into a new day
then fade, transparent, shade
flirting from bed to bus
bus to desk and back again
am I like the crew seen
by the Mariner in his Rime?
Has the flow of sublime powers
slipped like a frog to water
left me feeling, further and
further?

A wicked wind carries a witch's spell
it's chill belying
the magma of hell
brought forth by incantations
drawing deep
from a dark magic well
The willow's sigh combines with the whisper
beckoning  me tither
to an alter made from black iron
crowned by scepters
on which two crows perch
the earth around me seizes and spurts
with dead hands erupting from
the earth

Rest easy weary hearted traveler,
you can lay your dusty shoes
at my door, hang up that beaten coat.
I'll put some water on the stove,
tea or coffee if you'd like,
I'll sleep on the couch
so you can have my bed tonight.
In the morning it's eggs, bacon,
red bell pepper and toast.
The shower will warm up quick
to rid the grit betwixt your toes.
Any who are in need of a pit stop
can call my place
a home on the road

I am an intelligent being
made from star dust
my insides don't hold to
male, female
straight, gay
or any orientation
there is no combinations that defines
not human, not white
which is why I feel most at peace
while gazing at the night sky
longing to throw off this curse
of being neither here nor there,
to go back home
into the universe