Coyote!, Sleeking across
the road, nearly under the growling spinning
wheels, She stops, turns
premonition flashes peril in her eyes,
through the effluvium seeking the origin light.
She sees me deeper then I see
shuttering my soul, as I slip-slide along
growling discharge, poison emissions,
Howling spin-speed slices along
Seething squelching asphalt
This way that
Her foreboding eyes,
sparkle with something
an innocence embrace
through the mist of a sea
that never touched land
Sensing loss to come there in the smell
hot rubber, a burning in the pads of her feet.
Leaping over the slick paved rim into the green of coming rain.
Running water down mountain thickets. Thunders voice
circling in the weave, rumbling from within the earth.
Songs that we learned before we knew who we are.
Suspended into the timeless by a glance, lifting
all logic beyond the bounds of earth.
Propelling reason back to the day before
our eyes engaged, awareness resounding
Did she have an answer
Did she suggest?
When again today
as I swerve to miss the small furry memory.
Crumpled in at the edge,
stretched out and curled in new bloom.
A feeling of surprise lingers in the vibrating
dim gray hairs. Leaping into a last breath of dreaming,
leaving only disturbed air.
It's more than can be seen
in the rear view mirror.
While speeding by remembered visions,
Names of the hero's,
severing from the familiar
arrives alone at the westward way.
Regarding the parting of ways, when no longer willing
to fight against backwater ignorant reverence.
Spawned from the megalomaniac grandiose sheen
of the metallic dress. Too small to keep from rippling at the seams
With no room for the vibrant erotic
pure lush aesthetic.
To rhyme the ebb and flow of our minds
Dancing into the bright shanghai-la
Overtaken again by the brilliance in her eyes
Again today as yesterday I take this substitute moment,
speeding along the black resilient highway.
Where a reddening to dark smear leads over the edge,
blushing the bruised grasses. Once rhythmically warm
vibrant flow, now stiffened in the heat of the sun to a cold whisper.
Retrieved by the mother leaving little trace,
understanding by necessity of hope where no breath moves.
Tenderly lifting heart away,
away from the bleak sticky pavement
of refracting burnt light.
To warm night noises wood, leaf, crumbling earth,
footfall of wind, movement of stars. Awake with silence
the shroud lifts aside, that spirits compelled westward
through the horizon enter deep embracing space,
surfing through the veil of fascinated crystal wave.
At the ingress, of the river, 'Time', she greets with her eyes.
lifts her song to the moon arching across the sky,
voice soars mingling with stars,
leading along the spiral course,
resonating in the silencing winter chill.
Someone might hear? above the blaring grinding repression
of consciousness, exuding through the seams of another nondescript
Bump, under the wheels.
Her songs, she envisioned in the rendezvous of our eyes,
When our soul comprehends deeply more than itself.
Sharing a implication of what is due
Predicted losses and gains in wild ignorance.
Unnatural breathless displacement from our selves
Forgotten in the lump at the side of the road
In the rush to claim the golden ring
Some one else's kill
under the whine of the wheel! A screeching flute!
Speeding on, quickening thunderclouds spanning the sky,
darken the road, chiseled down the volcanic plateau.
Vulnerable innocence so unquestionably ended.
Unrecognized interconnected weave of breath
a casting of ancient Runic Oghams.
From the great tree. Unexpected
piercing hoots Who!... Who!... Who!
The swoop of veiled wings fly along the wondering howl
of the coyote, for the flow of moon
across the nest of mountain.
At the end of the road
a trickle of blood
joins with the stones
vestige of ancient sacrifice
against the sacred
rock cold fire altar of earth.