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Styles 12
Poems
May 2017
Sly Bandits
Speak Death Valley on your lips
crack me frozen to this riddle
Touch cactus with intention
arm full of crimson constellations
spreading wonder through a glistening moon light tide
her breath beside you spilled of secrets, quiet settles, those long arms of experienced aches, a star rip night when ultimate knowing craters doubt
Leaves you Kansas flattened
still smoking, rocks reduced to dust, shuddering land ripples
wake you up when you realize
How powerful love really is.
Beyond flesh
sizzling shines that reflect through Infinity's wide wide pool.
Incomprehensible.
Immense.
Flabbergasted drooling baby
hanging from your chest.
Sly bandit rowdy with enthusiasm
Somewhere your soul knows
this place where desert frozen dreams come alive and speak wild spitting cowgirl hanging from the Pleiades.
Howl like Ginsberg
Stomp pavement with Miller
bleed verse
spontaneously free and unrehersed
Break in
dive bar dance
through a
wounded
bottle of
Maker's Mark
swimming on fire
in your wild Pacific guts.
Arms flailing with Gods
no other feeling like it except
the idea that it never truly ends.
Riddle beneath sand
Thumping your tiger veins
with haunt.
Sly bandits
whispering past dark
telling high sea tales of Moby.
Lightfoot playing in the distance
"It's four o'clock in the afternoon and the drinks are passed around."
No one knows where or how its headed.
Golden futures promise
left mosh pits slamming through blood in your God fearing heart
All the trust given alone
when the heart bares itself clean.
When high tide comes to take you
Love shatters
Like a big bang ruckus
Everyone split apart
but the same
crazy to ponder
stranger to feel
Everything shaking on a 7-11 counter
Sly bandit warriors sent by God.
To remember how they fit into the divine plan
something crazy delicious
roaming every street in existence
Living tall tales
dreaming for dreams
that sledgehammer desire
through Milky Way ceilings
right past two universes
Light speed rocket soul
whizzing through space
wishing for a head cam so everyone on Facebook could believe it.
Sly bandits can fly.
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