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Description
To be in motion
Again
Away again
Out of the zoo into the real
Resonated oxygen

Sun on glass glares
The falling sun
Smoke fills the air,
conditioned
be cool and collected
Everyone here seems to be connected
In some way quite human
void of all unique
Stereotype

Shadows of dirt prey on window-wash smeared insect guts

I stare both silent and aware
So high I am in mid-atmosphere
Beautiful glass
artifact
With all its pressure
And peace
Like a precious
Glowing jewel
Over the tar filled cracks
bumps below
We bounce
traveling
Totem pole of time
Carved delicately
from a trunk of pine
Gravity will never understand me
I lack the same measurable consistency
Sun bows to lightning
Heat fills the bloated sky
Sister sky sniffles into a pile of dark
Cloud-shaped pillows
Passively patient
Ducts puckered
There is a right time to cry

Shadows of dirt recklessly lay down some hurt
Carla the Corsica
won’t start
We need a new part
Put my feet on the seat
So my thongs won’t fuse
This engine may over heat

Shadows of dirt encrust my feet

Rolled up blankets
and thick European joints
don’t provide dreams
That first night
an erratic streetlight
knocks on my eye lids
Loud cars racing the night
Cold rain drops
Spontaneous splatters slipping from slits
Sneaky like Time Square confetti of the sky
whispering a provocative lullaby

Shadows of dirt wake me, wet, beneath a stray socked foot

From now on I sleep with my shoes on
And if we have sex it’ll be in a tent
The night is gone
Dawn takes its sweet mountain time
coming along
I realize
we are still in Montana
Billings maybe Bozeman
There’s really no difference

Black electrical tape
meltssss
to Carla’s coolant pipe
In our ghetto limousine
Because it’s all about image

Shadows of dirt listen to us chug and slurp our morning caffeine

Latte's here are weak like tea
Thanks
That’s what I ordered
Raising from the top of my cup
Looks like steam
it smells like smoke
But here it is circus loud
sweet
It makes me proud to be
People on bikes flood the street
Wrinkles on the horizon like desert heat
Bearded bikers with babes
Sun drenched skin
like the leathers they ride in
Small town Tijuana
Booths set up a plenty
Everybody trying to make a little money
Off the madness
motorcycle marvel
Make shift maroon mobile
We are braking as the hood is smoking its own antifreeze
if you don’t know about cars
it’s like eating parts of your own body
leaves you empty and craving raviolis
Parked and parched
Back pack of beer
Rockabilly
Bare knuckle bar
destiny
The disappearing act
finding out where to camp

Shadows of dirt dance across my pants

I dance like insanity on a floor folded in sand
While you all sit and stare at the band
We weren’t going fast enough
for anyone to feel jet lagged
the price you pay
for allowing your soles
do your souls work
Bites from spiders
Ants, mites, and mosquitoes

Out of all the people we meet
Mechanical bulls and Jose
not included
The old grease hands treat us decent
On the dissent back
All the hands shook,
Pictures took of my white ass in black chaps
Strawberry pink beaded tits

Shadows of dirt line up seeming to lead us out

Carla had a brake down
If only I had the strength to pick her up and jog
in between Sundance and Cheyenne
This is the summer of my first tan
The puppy
can’t smell our weed in the wind
But I can
Cursed the man
Devil’s Tower is shrinking
In the distance of a garbage barge
We wait
the sky breaths
a restful wheeze
In that moment I believe
in something
around the claw marks defined
People in jeans and leather followed us here
We two walk worn paths
And climb the rocks
Sketchy shoes
Keep us grounded
all the beer we pounded
We are Bike rally leftovers
leaving a tourist trap
and heading the long dirt road back
past the crop circles and
Don’t feed the Prairie dogs
Holey ranches

Shadows of dirt dissipate a place to soak our dreads and rest our heavy heads

Description
To be in motion
Again
Away again
Out of the zoo into the real
Resonated oxygen

Sun on glass glares
The falling sun
Smoke fills the air,
conditioned
be cool and collected
Everyone here seems to be connected
In some way quite human
void of all unique
Stereotype

Shadows of dirt prey on window-wash smeared insect guts

I stare both silent and aware
So high I am in mid-atmosphere
Beautiful glass
artifact
With all its pressure
And peace
Like a precious
Glowing jewel
Over the tar filled cracks
bumps below
We bounce
traveling
Totem pole of time
Carved delicately
from a trunk of pine
Gravity will never understand me
I lack the same measurable consistency
Sun bows to lightning
Heat fills the bloated sky
Sister sky sniffles into a pile of dark
Cloud-shaped pillows
Passively patient
Ducts puckered
There is a right time to cry

Shadows of dirt recklessly lay down some hurt
Carla the Corsica
won’t start
We need a new part
Put my feet on the seat
So my thongs won’t fuse
This engine may over heat

Shadows of dirt encrust my feet

Rolled up blankets
and thick European joints
don’t provide dreams
That first night
an erratic streetlight
knocks on my eye lids
Loud cars racing the night
Cold rain drops
Spontaneous splatters slipping from slits
Sneaky like Time Square confetti of the sky
whispering a provocative lullaby

Shadows of dirt wake me, wet, beneath a stray socked foot

From now on I sleep with my shoes on
And if we have sex it’ll be in a tent
The night is gone
Dawn takes its sweet mountain time
coming along
I realize
we are still in Montana
Billings maybe Bozeman
There’s really no difference

Black electrical tape
meltssss
to Carla’s coolant pipe
In our ghetto limousine
Because it’s all about image

Shadows of dirt listen to us chug and slurp our morning caffeine

Latte's here are weak like tea
Thanks
That’s what I ordered
Raising from the top of my cup
Looks like steam
it smells like smoke
But here it is circus loud
sweet
It makes me proud to be
People on bikes flood the street
Wrinkles on the horizon like desert heat
Bearded bikers with babes
Sun drenched skin
like the leathers they ride in
Small town Tijuana
Booths set up a plenty
Everybody trying to make a little money
Off the madness
motorcycle marvel
Make shift maroon mobile
We are braking as the hood is smoking its own antifreeze
if you don’t know about cars
it’s like eating parts of your own body
leaves you empty and craving raviolis
Parked and parched
Back pack of beer
Rockabilly
Bare knuckle bar
destiny
The disappearing act
finding out where to camp

Shadows of dirt dance across my pants

I dance like insanity on a floor folded in sand
While you all sit and stare at the band
We weren’t going fast enough
for anyone to feel jet lagged
the price you pay
for allowing your soles
do your souls work
Bites from spiders
Ants, mites, and mosquitoes

Out of all the people we meet
Mechanical bulls and Jose
not included
The old grease hands treat us decent
On the dissent back
All the hands shook,
Pictures took of my white ass in black chaps
Strawberry pink beaded tits

Shadows of dirt line up seeming to lead us out

Carla had a brake down
If only I had the strength to pick her up and jog
in between Sundance and Cheyenne
This is the summer of my first tan
The puppy
can’t smell our weed in the wind
But I can
Cursed the man
Devil’s Tower is shrinking
In the distance of a garbage barge
We wait
the sky breaths
a restful wheeze
In that moment I believe
in something
around the claw marks defined
People in jeans and leather followed us here
We two walk worn paths
And climb the rocks
Sketchy shoes
Keep us grounded
all the beer we pounded
We are Bike rally leftovers
leaving a tourist trap
and heading the long dirt road back
past the crop circles and
Don’t feed the Prairie dogs
Holey ranches

Shadows of dirt dissipate a place to soak our dreads and rest our heavy heads