We are oceans,
bodies of cells,
rushing,
swirling
in tempest-waters,
floating on waves
in seas of adventure,
crashing,
smashing
millions of grains
lying on
endless-shores.

I want to be a hippie,
join a small commune,
set up my camp
way out in the woods,
near the back forty
& the railroad tracks.

I want to swim naked
with them pretty chicks,
braid natty dreads,
go tubing on the river,
make beeswax candles
& tie dyes.

I want weave dream catchers,
paint glitter on Venetian beads,
sing happy songs,
create new stars,
eat whole wheat bread
& make Tabouili salads.

I wanna dance,
circle the blazing fire,
shout out at the moon,
splash myself in patchouli,
smell ****-smoke in the air
& indulge in tantric things.

I don’t wanna
hurt anybody,
break any laws,
just wanna spread love,
blow kisses to butterflies,
ride double-rainbows
on magic carpets
& be a hippie.

A lonely moment
that green tea cannot even soothe
Speak to me silence

With improvised backpacks
& flowers in their hair,
they were forging new beginnings,
building dreams for brighter futures.

Marching toward victory
under the sacred heavens,
they were snuffed out
through the end of a barrel,
the guns of the ruling class.

Ignorance & hate rule our days,
but surely wealth & power
cannot withstand the coming tides.

The hours will come when
the guerillas will seek truth,
a recompense
for the dense fog
that makes us blind
to their corruptions
& killings.

Some call it Armageddon,
others call it righteous justice.
I say karma.

We were trained killers,
could break bones
with our hands.

We'd blow into bars,
belly up to the tender
& order whiskey
'till our heart's content,
get pretty wasted.

And why not?
For in a moment's notice
we could be dropped into harm's way,
surrounded by enemy combatants,
intent on killing every one of us.

We had nothing to ******* lose.

The general public
had no clue
who was drinking next to them.
It was a good thing
we never reacted to their
childish taunts,
it wouldn't have been pretty.

We'd just smile,
nod our heads &
act like we were idiots.
Stupid *****.

The Earth stood still
for twenty minutes today.
All of my troubles disappeared,
shot from me
onto the floor,
the result
of heavy
sweet-breathing
& her hot demands.

When it started spinning again,
the Earth that is,
I was grinning from ear to ear,
everything became very clear,
I was grown-up again,
lost with her in space.

Cecily burned herself with cigarettes
& scratched herself all the time,
she even used razors
to etch ******-artwork
into her flesh,
so milky white.

She was the prettiest flower
in the bouquet &
carried the most robust spirit.
Her eyes reflected
ocean-hues,
sunlight glowed off
her chopped-hair,
an Eveready battery,
she never stopped.

Just a spit of a woman,
she had the biggest set of *****
that most men
could only dream about,
die for.

And it killed me to see
her get into these
self-destructive habits.
It always left me wondering
why such a cute baby doll,
this bad *** warrior-woman,
would want to create
such randoms acts of pain.

But then again,
the answer was in her eyes,
unspoken & blue.

You
were raised
on diesel fuel,
coal dust & corn liquor,
inhaled gnats by the ton.

I
want
you to spit in my mouth,
to taste your toxicology,
to absorb your proteins
& dirt.

Ages ago, I danced
with a kind of devil
wearing leopard-spandex
through a tempest fire.

We guzzled spirits,
nuzzled in each other's arms
as we circled the sun,
whirled around the moon,
kissed every star
in the heavens above.

She put a hex on me
& I survived, still looking
for a white dove,
some peace of mind.