THE NO-NAME POEMS

my mind reels back
to a time when
my boots beat the mother road
i weaved drunk & mad
by the wayside like
a lost indian
scouting out the unknown
crazy for life
insane thirst to
see see see
know what was beyond
the rise ahead

now it is mostly behind
a stretch of days & miles
good & bad
the shuffle of my soles
bound into the tempo
of the clock tick
i seek no more to
find the magic way

it is in the next breath



awake before dawn & i wonder who is beating the drum in my head what ghost from what past is alive and well in my soul sunlight spears the corners beyond the shades & i dream of oblivion in a place beyond heartache the green side of a hill where wind sings sweetly above the roar of humanity & i walk in a parade all my own
i sit surrounded by paper ashtrays clutter smoke & coffee above me a column of air climbs to heaven spreads out above the ozone reaches beyond the stars my own personal space in the realm i can't see but can feel the keen edge of now cutting my mind like a hatchet through butter beating down the doubts that daylight bring from the back of the mind to the top of the heart
mellow sounds spank my ears the slide of sweet smoke past my lips i dream of eden & you there smooth like vanilla ice cream marvelous scoops placed on a plate of cotton panties presented on a bed of satin sheets moaning in the wail of the mad night outside cries rattle from starry region to inner space volumes of past tears flood rivers down the cracks in my soul i push against the night & find deliverance in the part of me i found too late