heard the ghost rodeo
saw a mexican kneeling in a cactus
saw the moon low and watching
one seeking eye
small desert stage
greed lost in sand
are you with it or under it?
all but wind rustling the palm tree
all but a wild woman snare like a bitch in heat
coyote howls
the hill responds in walking statues
crying never feels so good
tears wetting sun-burned cheeks
tidal callings of the moon restoring liquid in the memory pools
throw back memory one
grow back stepping on road dust
its really more about where you get it
people places and things
its really how the mushroom poisons you
lurking hunger kills silent demons
daring into promise world you sink on stone
and bite on bleeding fruit, splitting,
panoramic pleasure masked in abdominal pain and luster of night
there were situations with no obvious outcome and all that mattered was personal latitude
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