She had a pink unicorn tat
running in a trail of pixie-stardust,
emblazed on her upper left shoulder.
Despite the ravages
up and down
her scarred arms,
she still kept the eyes
of a newborn doe.
Wide and brilliant,
but dimmed when
she rode the horse.
I cried all my reserves
when I heard
she crossed over
to the land of fantasy,
the resting place
for single-horned
animal lovers.
In no way,
did that sweet
little
dear girl
deserve such
a tragic ending.
Strangely now,
I shiver
when I look up
at the million twinkling stars,
I think of Becky
and her sad beginning.

We made a saint out of Nicolas
when we lost him.
We lost him
somewhere down Baja-way.
He was spinning his yarns there,
making magic in the desert,
a peyote fox,
then vanished
into thin air.
The last time we saw him
he was dancing circular
into the pitch,
waving his arms madly,
wildly speaking
in an ancient tongue.
Some of us believe
the mother ship came back.
I don't.
I think he turned feral
and continues
to cavort
on
the sabbath eves.

Only a ghost lies here now.
A stillness
hangs in the air,
it forever haunts you.
I keep you awake
incessantly at night
as you toss
and as you turn
remembering me.
There is an inferno
in your heart.
You see my shadow.
I run my fingers
through your hair
disturbing the vortex.
You know dear lady,
I came in that way.
Through the portal,
through the portal
of your open mind,
so jaded
so true.
Do you feel
my cold breath darling,
do you hear
my silent whispers,
can you
love me
anymore?
Only a ghost lies here now.

There's a place
I go
when I glow like this.
It's not of this Earth.
It's way beyond
this solar system,
like behind the sun.
There,
there
I explode
into a million galaxies,
I lie
in all my glory,
glistening,
covered
in thick-plasma,
the cosmic dust
stars are made of.
You could say,
I am a primordial astronaut,
a throwback,
back to the days
before the odyssey,
back to the days
before
artificial intelligence
****** things up,
destroyed
pure love.

Zace crooned something
about rocking her gypsy soul,
back in the days of old.
I get it man.
I get it you rocking crooner,
I feel as free
as I'll ever be.
And I feel that way,
everytime
I rock her soul.
She's that hot.
Thanks Zac.

Imagine
the sun
rising
in you
& him,
a marvelous
sunrise.
Indeed,
a seeding
from
the angels
way up high,
deep inside
your
beautiful mind,
so explosive,
fumes trailing.

Remember when honey,
remember when
we used to play
the game of doctor.
I always wanted
to take your temperature,
and you let me.
And afterwards,
when I was done,
you would lay,
you would lay
your head
on my heaving chest
with your stethoscope.
You told me
you loved the sound,
the sound
of my beating heart.
Whew
lady-doctor,
we sure
had some
clinical fun!