o man

o man
you know just what to say:
but you are secretly yearning for time to howl
with wolves... careening from door to door in a pack... leaving blood stains behind you
with your wild tales...
nipping up my spine
rock hard silver lips can
feel the heat
flowing through mountain passes...
this pleasureful pain
aches for the
orange deer sweating warm rain...
in an inn of tall green grass...

everything

everything echoes
i like to listen
to the mixture of emotion and color crawling over rock
the seas sound like one voice and the world is always eye to eye
opium of the stoned hole
returning
you will climb the shifting part of the present aggregate's
disruption
before the war and
the leap ahead
when originals feel
whipped
solos in tangerine
a passion
that is flawed with a deadline for
beating the odds