******* the notches on grandfather's pistol
Black birds in the blood sunset
Oh, sad American night
All heroes die in the end

Ruler of wind
Bloodied shadow in the sun
Rotting in the sea
Buried in the sand

Apex of predators
Now bones of Jasper
Gaping jaws
Silent under skylight

Tusk and tooth
Fire and hearth
Spirit of an animal
Shade of a neanderthal

Frantic, fluttering
Yellow against cold blue sky
The Aspen leaves fall

Sonoran Desert at 120 mph
Chasing the spirit of Sal Paradise
Mescaline is the water of life
In these ancient bloodied borderlands

Yellow, orange, and red
Is this dance of the dead
Leaves spinning down to their icy beds

Murderous blue skies
Such a lovely demise
Old Jack lifts high his icy scythe

Now's when you'll be leaving me

The sky opened
Bled rain and rays of sun
Through howling canyons the wind offered to me
Wet Juniper, Sage, and sand - The High Desert's finest incense
I shared this moment with your wretched ghost
If only it could have been you

Lay me down to rest
Stones beneath my head
Caring god above
Can my heart not too love

****** and bound to ramble on
Until my heart is hard as stone
The gravel road my company
Emptiness is found in thee

Empty, lonely streets
Comforted by evening mist
And cold Autumn rain

To the ground we fall
Like frantic yellow lovers
We the Autumn leaves