TICKE MY FANCY

Unearthly power Chased by its scream, switch flicked on: Video game death Allowance spent here To enter a dimension Of instinct, life, death No cars on the lot Full moon and roar of my board Make the path clearer Military life, Truck filled with gear, tools for life On the periphery Disappear tonight, Her head on my chest, popcorn, English crime grandeur Shack on the bayou, I’ll get off the boat there, a Better, faker place Joining wood pieces, There’s no debate, no dull words That could ruin this

Foreign departures Leading to neon cities That are not here Through a blue window Standing at the gates looking At a bright future A far off land lives In ferns and this song that I Use to be with her Deep chimes sound, wood floors Creak, fire pops, and there are no Self pity whispers White freedom clatters In the driveway, connecting Dots of sin our life The outside’s inside, A ride at the park, fudge brown Jeep with kids in back Sweet smoke barbecue When mustangs zip above Old aces, eyes wide

Hoppes number nine Pure joy of a boy in love With holding a gun Forged black steel Cranks with an exactness Wakeful life demands The fly’s life is short Under the smack of a hand. Who could’ve said why? Brooks Brothers on me Looks dull beside the horseman In the Grand Hyatt The dog licks my tongue, Sex oozes from azure Tones intangible Could I just lie down, Feel the ants on my toes, See a last sunset? Drive deep into this Dark jungle affair with my Imagination

Cedars like statues Basking in the sun, away From these ambitions Swords of light dart through Pines. Squirrels hoist lost morsels. Coffee and sea air. Boiled cotton heat But hands sweat for what’s to come As a rare white man Humid shore sprawling. Free my way by Ian Brown Lifts me into life Center of the storm It seems, this growing city Where rich men are free Breeze on the corniche Stirred by Arab Ferraris. Is this the future? Twenty dollar drink Goes slow in a place where the Goal is luxury

Wouldn’t taste this good Without the smell of the sea In my dripping hair We were together A part of something bigger None of these worries Colored labyrinth Family like the fire Licking glazed rabbit Pear Blossom Highway On the 10 freeway tonight Phil sings me to sleep A bridge between two Worlds. Metallic graves shine Above the road west We dance in circles These skyscrapers and this bar Where I drink the past My world waits be’ ‘side her nest. Afraid to fly Before she wakes

Boque of flowers Bursts into the room, the Dad Feels the scent too San Berdo’ Freeway D&G Blue and warm wind Her dark eyes, Friday’s Huevos Rancheros Paper and a cigarette Glowing this morning Circular saw stops Ringing in the autumn air Amid fresh saw dust Sweet syrup goes down Under pemex skies orange Over brown beauties A.T.V..s, city streets, A kid’s dreams are everywhere In that sand pussy Dull steel water Empty beach in the distance I am nothing there

Blue and orange morning Joshua Trees, no shadows To hide inside of