I think this is the best poem I've written so far... I was freezing cold in my apartment, started thinking fondly on my palm desert area experiences over the years, from being a kid there at my grandma's condo to trippin on san pedro in the wilderness here it is: ----------
Sandstone dust, wind rippled into even color bands Three or four scattered rocks, to the right, a dark burrow A sliver of moon, a cactus
Off to the desert!
NOW, fer chrissake?
You go, so there are things, heaven & hell Spiders with eight legs Green centipedes, tough narrow leaves with brown tips hang down Levee, never seen one But I?d like thin films of water on concrete in the desert reflecting seven shades of cacti silhouette, perhaps a scorpion or even a dragon fly would land in the still water and send ripples outward glimmer sunlight and the hot moving rays play across your chest
maybe you could go swim in a manicured pool with jacuzzi and manhade lake, with hungry ducks and mean geese they call em swans and you get to dive right in, keep your eyes closed and dissolve into the cool sanctuary of modest jello coating your frame, wash off the sweat and dirt in a lazy horizontal spin, image faraway dreamy worlds brought to you by the carbon dioxide going up and oxygen going down until you can?t stand it any longer
rocket up towards the undulating clear film and penetrate into that perfect lawn smelling desert a faraway lawn mower crickets and pool machinery, cicadas vibrating frantic sexual tension into that dry conductive air fix yourself a champagne and OJ and point your feet towards that blazing white sun descending slowly towards those craggy mysto mountains
we?re going there tomorrow to explore but for now we?ll just drink and soak it in tonight we?ll cook a big elaborate dinner and eat together and drink beer and bullshit eachother then someone will get the bright idea and we?ll jump in that lake with the geese and sleeping ducks floating like?well?ducks? and God knows what else?fuck it, cause its bound to happen, then we?ll wash off in the brilliant night pool rippling bluegreen marble lit from the deep end, plastic crystal beacon for underwater drunks in peace and we?ll swim and twist and bullshit some more as the big white moon rises on the other side of the world, painting the martian peaks across the sky with her own style, the nocturnal take on things, we?ll pass joints around that Jacuzzi now and everyone?ll rap about the desert, so big its finally taken over the whole world until the warmth and comfort sends us off to sleep, so easy to dissolve into those clean dry white linens ?the fucking desert man, the mountains can wait till tomorrow
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