Morro Bay, like morro rice
you put the black into my blackheart
a scream for freedom
and the call for comfort –
drink me as if I were delicious,
crumble the black rock to powder
and ink me. My teeth
are sharper still
for the desert is dry,
but you had to ask.

mudsoaked wood folk
climbing trees cause trying frees
naked hopes in robes they choke

seaweed cried of an open mind
cause an ocean mind is the only kind

Freedom is a bicycle
she wears her name with pride
she picked you up and fixed you
on the days you fell and cried
she taught you things you thought you knew
and she reminded you of love
and on the days you fell and cried
she flew and took you high above.

ecstatic visions from the mountain top
around the bend a lake
a forest of ferns and trees so green
she startles you awake

Dead trees miles and miles
dripping ink all the while
and you said to me
wouldn't it be nice if we were free

snow upon the ground it brings
the season of dead things
jagged rocks which stab the sky
painted things which make me cry
where do all the tin men go
a secret only they can know

lovers with a hand may find
distance of another kind
fainter things have found their place
among the stars they leave no trace
translucent light comes from within
someday soon the cracks wear thin
jetting away from the sun
strangers now you can't outrun

lonely lion of the land
desert fox running in the sand

In the sacred palace of our dreams
the only place we often meet
the Snow is called
Lust
the vicious Tiger you call
Trust
where only he can love her
where only she can mutter
where by dark twinkling light
she screams and moans in white

her light is a bright and glowing fire
the only thing she knows, desire

older hands than yours may catch fire
a canary in a cage sings of desire

Handled
she felt with care
and sank in emotions
molasses into honey
she trickled slowly into blood

waiting
watching
shadows slowly getting larger
as they descended in a long slow motion
graceful swans of decay
an orchestra serenaded their way
deep into the pit of her soul
vultures nibbled at flesh
slowly blackening every piece

wondering
at the failure in her
the peaceful lax
she left her house
less and less
each day

vibrating
the screen commanded her attentions
a double life
that never existed
sordid communications
invitations left ignored

slowly sinking
the shadows ate her away
the lightbulbs dimmed each day
slowly blinking out
she did nothing
and covered her room in darkness
holed away
safe and secure
no change to report

she once
thrived
on change
living on desperation
and white rice
and fear
filling the holes in the walls
with toothpaste and
love born out of
loss and anarchist ideals
too many years spent
feeling like the caged bird
that sang because music
was the only joy
the only escape
the only way to feel free

still
she felt loss
ignored it with any substance available
still dripping and missing
wanting *** and a lovers touch
a lovers comfort
she felt incomplete

unable to break the barrier to true friendship
few saw past
the exterior
isolated and alone

drank
every last drop
her beauty
she left thrown around
carelessly
she dressed only for herself
and sang
alone

Sweet-faced Jay
just-want-to-help-the-girls-Jay,
call you before the sun comes up,
still half-drunk
fancies-himself-a-****, Jay
take-a-fat-****-rip-like-the-girls-do Jay,
then falls asleep
and asks questions ten times
but never listens for the answer,
white-mexican **** from the hippie suburbs
his own name tattooed on his forearms
who's in it for the biz-ness
You-can-do-anything-you-want-Jay,
but still,
you're beautiful,
and if your boyfriend don't tell you that
ten times a day
you'd better dump his *** – Jay
cause I'm not in it for the money, says Jay
this-isn't-the-easy-way-out,
but do you think you could?