“Daylight turns to moonlight, and I'm at my best
Praising the way it all works and gazing upon the rest…”
Ever Changing Moods, The Style Council
I took a short ride to the Moon
Surrounded by still, palm trees
Tall, looming sea cliffs of old
And a forever glow of fog
That shifted me
Out of me...
Idol loving society
Is killing my soul.
IV drip of Gram posts
On race conversations
And threads of no reason.
Hearts unknown, Purpose unrealized
I’m spread eagle and hogg tied,
over the sobering 3rd step.
Bondage of self
Slave to the Holy Emoji
The Father Meme
And our Savior,
The Son of the Hashtag.
Titillated by this trinity
This tabernacle of the almighty text.
I took a long drive chasing Moon
In a plastic mini van to the edge of many towns
Where neglected blocks sleep and city lights end.
Sand in sandals are the uniform for the locals
No urban grit just greasy smiles.
Unknown fears of Inner city fires
At this frayed friendly watering hole,
Of ale spirits
And brunette tail
Flapping and spanking
My harden inner thigh.
I wanted to park and partake,
Fucken stop and get off this self help tricycle of shame.
But the Moon, oh good Lord,
She climbed faster then expected
High and to the right.
Tight and full of Love reflected
That only witches can consummate with.
Where shamans chew dirty rock roots through cracked teeth
And vampire wrestlers dott the dunes of the Yuma highway
On sweltering diesel ATVs.
Warriors and Goddesses
Jumping across cellular fields
Flying wide over endless
I took a ride further from the moon
As leaving is always so tragic
To this reality
Of sick suffering beauty.
All the while
Sunday’s liquids Spilling
Into weeks of
Whose bones play along the Moonlight’s drum kit.
The road continues
The eternal now.