you hair slips easy
through my hands
straight with a hint of wave
you kiss light and easy
like a heart beat
or an engine purr.
what a strange road
these particles of dirt form
what strange places
the monads reveal
a culmination of the past
is it my touch that turns the pages?
well, we turn that world
outside of your room
off.

Temazcal

been a while since a song hit me so hard.

"puttin all my power righteous as a rose.
dynamite the mountain,
now
i'm walkin up the road.
oh, the love we made at gun point
wasn't love at all.
the dancin in the valley,
the moons the mirror ball.
blew open my mind
now
it's an empty room.
swingin in the hammock,
dogs are walkin cross the roof.
i watch you braid your hair,
you're from another time
when the earth wasn't so angry,
and god was on our side.

searchin' west and east
and all points in between and underneath
the lines of fog
you're there and then you're not

the mayans stole tomorrow,
hid it underground.
we've combed with heavy magnets
but still hasn't been found.
oh,
sweatin out my secrets
in the temazcal.
the screamin in the calle,
that a star's about to fall.

lookin through the trees
cities and the seas
things we've seen
are leaves on the lawn
they're there and then they're gone.

searchin' west and east
and all points in between and underneath
the hand of god
you're there and then you're not."

If I breath deep enough
I can feel good as dead.
Get this tension and mud
Turnin to good medicine.
They're stuck in my chest
Anyway, so why not
Look at them clean
From a flattering spot
Where the sun brushes down
And smooths out the ruts
Where my movements get caught
And apathy builds up.
When they get nice and firm
I’ll crush them up nice and small
A pile on my table
That will be all, it will be all.
And I,
I will stay still
Until the desert blows away.