1998

back in the usa I’m crazy
lights in the sky and my dreams
mean nothing here.
Everybody’s stuffing their souls up their tight asses
(and you simply MUST have a tight ass, darling)
and walking around in 2D
the news is another sitcom
and a sitcom another,
well, I don’t watch them and it would be irresponsible
to comment.
Everybody watching and listening to everybody else
I’ve never attempted a screenplay
Because I could never in a million years
Do justice to the conversations of my life
Or the scenes I’ve seen
The minute by minute script written by some unseen hand..
The dreams that come true,
The people so beautiful as to exist
beyond description
The painful love for the greens and crimsons of the
bougainvilla along the road up to rancho ramajal
The silent majesty of victoria’s cross on the mountain
The tough little scrubby sage
The long eternity of sky
The love exploding my lungs and heart and
I dare not say a word lest I cheapen this scene,
Water down the universe I see between
Fields of colors and smells
Moving and glowing along the road
Mirror water & crying cows
One footed-cranes in the shallows
I’m not leaving, I’m never leaving here
I’m here forever.
God doesn’t build fences, you do.