unreachable

it happens because it is easy to fall in love with strangers
easy to pretend there is everything to hope for
as you ride on the rush of nothing to lose.

ah beauty.
beautiful words
beautiful looks

you forget what you look like for a moment
as you strain your neck to hear what they are only mouthing to you


you  miss it all.
and there is something simultaneously occurring when you  miss it all

One... you have no idea who or what they are
and Two... you like it that way.

unreachable is all that is left here on Terra.

The burnt and tattooed body of an angelic chanteuse
levees the fortress of the cryptochrome-dome
and sweet lullabies us all into oblivion.
 the echoic beats transform into a
 transient purring and it is so easy now to just bleed right on through.

it was not love we sought
it was death

that morning... and all them vultures in the sky...

I am leaving all these descriptive words at the foot of your door...

and I am gonna walk out into the chaotic swoop of no one in particulars swinging arms and running feet and hard breath and get swept up just how you love to watch me go...

yup... all out there and fearless and always smiling towards you.

It is how I make you and me happy I suppose.

sending love to strangers

I prayed a good chunk of the way home.
Telling the stranger who had just died... to not be afraid of the bright lights and loud noises...
that his days of being addicted to drugs were over and he would never have to come that way again if he so chose. I told him that all of his illusions will be revealed to him now and that it was up to him to decide which illusions he would want to continue with and which illusions he could let go of. I prayed and sang to him and us.... tad yate gate gate para gate para sum gate bodhi svaha.

proceed proceed proceed beyond... be embodied in enlightenment.

A crying boy on the other end of a line... finds the body.
"He is frozen stiff" "He's blue"
I can hear the panic in his voice from the other end of the line.
He waits for the advice of his father to come...
what he finds on the other end was what it was.

Parritta Parritta Parritta

"Stay and protect me"

"I want to"

and my genes prickle and apologize. prickle and apologize. me too me too.

so I know its all true... Mr.
and while I wasnt so sure about why I was standing there right then... Im clear now.

cant shake it

woke up to the sound of birds again

and soft breathing

and tree muted light

and there it was again.

"name me" it whispered.

but I refused and rolled over.

name yourself I thought.

I had awoken numerous times only to find it

sitting there... waiting.

I resented it. 

there has to come a day... when one awakes

and what is there is ready for you...

knows what it is and is able

to tell you with out you having to wonder.

if I name you... then you really do not exist

and I am more alone here than I care to imagine.

the next time I awoke the room was empty.

It had left.

there were no birds or breath or light

and when the filter tore open

and the lens panned out... from the periphery it walked back through the door.

it had come back and placed itself in my hand

and in my hand was the name.

the name that beetles it way through the annals of time

to deliver the final fatal blow I had been waiting for all these years.
o love

my name is no one

sleep dancing

sleep dancing

I had barely gotten away from the spaceman
when I met the time traveler

and leaning against the door jamb when the degrees for sleep and awake are blurred...
a horror dragged across my mind.


Another year could drive its nail in
to nowheresville and pin me next to nothing.

I met a very lucky man i would think to myself later.

It is best to be free here I thought.

how some escape becomes too important and I miss the point

but if you would be so kind as to point the laser here

I am pretty sure I can dance myself through this long sleep

and escape the point all together.

how to make winter of our heart

she read the words of her friends and welled up. To let go deeply... she walked into the woods and looked for the cottonwood tree. It was october and the buds would be ready to pick for the salve. " Balm of Gilead oil. Rub it just over your heart. Really works, you'll be amazed." The last friend had said... the oil is extracted from the unborn petals inside the bud of the fall sprouting cottonwood tree. Collect, mash them up, place in jar and pour fresh pressed oil over them till completely covered. let them sit and soak... the longer the better,

rub just over your heart

and you will be amazed.


she found the broken ones. the ones no longer dressed as boughs.
the ones that littered terra... whose buds were deathly close to rock hard.

branch after broken branch... she picked each bud off and she made a healthy pile inside her fist.

Then she found the yellow stamens left over from the bees pollen harvest and hot summer air and storms and she picked another pile in her other hand.


"okay you"... she thought.
"if this is really what you want..."
she mixed the
bud stamen and oil
inside of a long thin glass
and placed it up upon the sill.
To find sunlight and starlight
as much as you can stand
because
the longer the better the recipe said.
I failed.
I am no better than the brainwashed and officially no good to you any more.
and so... when the oil becomes thick and smells like an honest goodbye

I beg you


Lets see if we can make winter of our heart .

get out while you still can

I wont be leaving the mountain again. 
They will have to come here for an interview.
"so" they will begin... "what was it like to have his dirty balls in yer mouth?" you laugh but... that really is the extent of my involvement there. I offer nothing more valuable than this. I accomplished nothing in the arms of men.
" You think you know about the black of night and the blood of sex?"
I tell them.
" I wished I would have died choking on him... and it makes me cry sometimes when I remember how I kept right on living." 

A six-sided thought sequence is pushed into the matrix for the third and final time.

The tambour of peruvian cowbells on the hillside will trigger the event horizon .

And we will have to choose or be chose.

remember though. two stay and two go.