have I not seen you in so long
i had a dream but   you were gone
in waking up                   again today
i searched my heart      to find your face
will I have light                     enough to see
or will the day                               be night to me
i want so much                                         to let you in
to show you everywhere                       i’ve been
the whole is me              when i am yours
the door unlocks, the oil pours

cry until you cant
look at the pit in your chest
plant something better

If you come across me on the shelf,
I may be archaic and forlorn.
The open book with too many tales,
But all the pages are torn.
I hold with me nights,
In places I shouldn't have been.
I carry with me special things,
And those I hope never to see again.
I've been told I wear my heart on my sleeve,
With just enough secrecy to get by.
And I've found candles don't hold their flame,
In the cold December nights.
A dust jacket of innocence and threat,
Of curlicued patterns and gilt.
If I never set eyes on tomorrow,
My pages would fail to be filled.
Words are a paint born of many hues,
Caught in the battle of beauty and rage.
Go ahead and read me--I dare you to,
And for me leave a tear on the page.
You think you have me figured out,
But everything is a prologue.
The main attraction lies unwritten;
My closing chapter, a dent in the fog.

I aimed the old car
south and
ran as many red
lights as my luck
would allow.

Kept my sunglasses
on as I
listened to Frusciante
singing
nothing but the
truth all through
the magic of
my radio.

Left the madness of
the city and
entered the
land where
atomic  bombs
and peoples sanity
have both
been tested.

Desert roads
littered
with desert lies,
like oasis and
promises made
in Vegas.

I took a toot
off the side of
my hand like
I seen them do in
the movies.

Wasted the better
part of my stash
on this foolish
trick.

This ride I'm
taking is real.

On my way
I'll be looking for a
wild young girl
to roll my joints
and laugh at my
jokes,give my eyes
a place to rest in.

I'm looking for
a lovely from the
low side of town.
Whose  spirit has
yet to be broken
and whose mind
isn't already
filled with their
lies.

Watched as the
California landscape
turned from
beaches and tropical
palms to
cactus taller than
most men
and dry forgotten
land that
most come to
die in.

From congested
freeways that hold
the drivers hostage.
To wide open
desert highways
where its safe to
drink straight from
the bottle without
that pestering public
servant there to
ruin your ride.

If I make it out of
this dam
desert alive
with my wallet
and my sanity still
intact.
I'll look back
at it all
as just another
memory.
And try
not to give
in to
ever going
back.