"Where are the ancient rivals to
be found?" (in your mind/heart),
a fire stirs there,
that won't stop,
uncontrolled,
like rage,
fire (desire) it's all the same,
try to escape from the
pain (is that what it means
to be insane?)
"So they tell me."
"who?"
The ghost walker in my visions,
as I sleep
they awaken...
"Is this so?"
No. (an illusion?)
perhaps. (Most likely a trap.)
like this life?
so it seems. (Yes.)
it was a dream (one
with screams.)
a vision?
"Yes, a vision." (existence itself.)
a mirror. (that is all),
the fall,
the call,
it's all the same
intrusion/delusion
what are these loud words I hear?
(a nightmare?)
a tear in the eye,
as I try to speak,
stifling
why? ('cause I'm shy),
quiet/silent,
why? (because I am to die.)
( creation is death & death creation),
there goes the gray fly,
by,
has this all been a lie?
"No"
"then what?"
just a vision (strange.)
I know,
that is how life goes....
slow?
fast like a star's final glow? (strange.)

Watching
"Wild At Heart" on video
wound up &
ready to be wild,
tired of Bowling Green Ohio's
Bowling allies,
pool halls &
coffee shops,
ready to become college drop out,
society drop out.
Escape from the dying falcons
farms
fantasies
into a city of gold & flames,
time to hop on the train &
enter a poet hipsters domain.
Enter
dangerous terrain
alleviate the pain of boredom
for a bigger ache
feel the quake of San Francisco,
ride on cigarette highs &
women's sexy thighs,
this is the night life
for the young & reclessly ripe,
EAT this
Chinatown
sweet & sour flesh,
visit Haight & Ashbury on a profound journey,
get high on the sidewalks &
camp out in the Castro,
What does today's fortune cookie read?
Another adventure under the Bay moon.

She sucks
on that
cigarette,
like the Mother's tit
she never had,
guzzling that
beer
like an infant
starving and searching for
food,
love.
Crying for milk,
nourishment.
Now it is an addiction
for a slow death,
her replacement and form of comfort,
in a world without
a Mother or teacher.