Tarmac dreams of wheels
  
        spinning round a pine tree

Roadside buzzards pick the skin
      from the city and my eyes
                        
                       are burnt again

Every eagle has a hidden feather
                  and every fallacy a
                            hidden truth
                            
                           skin deep

and we beg the totem not
                           to show it

Flowers burst in the sun
exploding with dynamite
                               determination

They speak on swollen tongues

and my eyes are burnt again

You came and turned me
      on end
            
            emptying the cup
            of its contents

Let me weep my
      sunshine saltwater
      tears on your beach

Hold my glass heart
   in your hands and
     fill me with wine
       and honey

                 If only I could put
                     my lips to you

Ever drop of dew would be
                     a new soul

I would bathe in your
    river, the only place
    to wash
                   these ashes
    from my body and
                     face

And when I look through
                  to you is when
Eternity
    begins and ends

These banks are my friends
    but I just might jump in,
    let the tide take me out
    
And let your love draw
    the blood to my skin

You came and turned me
on end,
              my head under-
              water, I found
              myself holding
              
my       breath
              
     while   holding
              
           your     hand

gypsy pack
of seagulls
   set up their
   winged city
   on the surface
   of the water

the lights of the city
are replaced
by two
   thousand

black holes
of birds eyes

and the snow feathers
of squawking multitudes

later- darkness falls
the gulls set
no fires

all that can be heard
on shore is the chatter
of birds
               talking
                in their sleep

Moonshine drunk-
Water's skin dances
to Wind's song

Here I lie-
  
        A corpse
        with a mouth full
         of jewels

I can say nothing
   about what is really
        important

Listen to the flies as
   they surround me,

They eat from my hand
   and are never
   poor or lonely for
      they dine on my
      secrets, and sing
      of my life

With sunshine
trapped forever
in my diamond
                 tooth, I will
                 tell you
                 how to
         never be poor
         or lonely

But I can say
nothing about
what is really
       important

I’ve roamed these halls
for a thousand years

       With only the company
of silence and shifting walls

My dreams and demons come
to life before me

And now I face their
unreality-
                
                  Is this
a prison or a purpose?

    I travel on in uncertainty
the cold stone floor lends no
warmth and I expect from
it no sympathy-
                  
                           My map is
meaningless, but I travel on

I’ve roamed these halls
a thousand years with only
the echoes of ghosts to keep
me company-
                    
                   I journey to and
from the heart- From black
to white, with
               the multitudinous
                grays in between

My map is meaningless
but I travel on