kitty midnight

third eye rises

and throws a hook

to distant stars.

the soul travels

across the absent light

to run

from the furnace of the dark mind,

to find a new spirit,

under the tilt 

of the half moon.

until awake,

emerging into the new day

with the memory of the smokey vision mind

and revolving sunrise

full moon!

i can’t see you.

my luck is on the nine’s.

crawl through

shadow nights,

like city pigeons with dimes.

bow and arrow,

repel the rust,

we change with time.

shoot for unknown,

high,

grab hold of end.

fly.

good travelin’, that way the man can’t find ya

squirming
breathing
screaming
life
crawling
rejecting
inviting
death
scraped kneed city crawlers
broken teeth
stoned, bones
claim the alleys of the earth
take what is given, use what is good
next day, rise again

waitin on a chain in the back of the yard

fly’s buzzin’

barks at the sound of the nearest step

even if it’s cousin

dust clouds surround its waking bones

they tremble underneath

the heavyness

rattlin’, pacin’ through the daze

return to sunken nights inside the cave

lays head on skeleton paw

the ghost is dreamin’

deviants gather
in the dark hour
for a lusty celebration
hips sway and attract
flowing within the energy of bubbling life
they hail to the moon
and revel in its light
skin to skin.
wandering hands
and lips suggesting in their wakeful form
bare legs
and eyes stirring with the others
touch behind the frowning brow
fiery mischief
praising youth 

Starry eye

smokey night

skipping with the weightless grin of the moon

I couldn’t turn back

even stranger to the stray
dreams are buried
beneath regret
where throrns befriend
the tumbleweeds
reverse of the seed
hope crawls under the soil
mysteriosity
and shadows hang their hats
to be brewed
till they shout
theories, revelations
of how they became
never visited unless stumbled upon
meet your other