Whether through giant, pre-historic trees that dwarf
The big strip-mall-people
Or great rolling deserts,
sleeping in parking lots
or in hammocks by the sea..
You can take sweet California
and these strange metal boxes that
sweep us in high-speeds across vast places:
The greatest leaps occur in our strange hearts.
Swallow some madness,
let smiles invade those stony cheeks
softening the curve in your back
until you melt, brain first, into
the sea of rolling trees and stunt-man-madness.
Wait until we are curled up, purring at
the feet of some Sea-God
feeding us the golden grapes of Eden…
murmuring stories of the Ancient East…
Let the elves run over our naked bodies
Let us lie to the dawn, draw straws,
Take turns turning back the sun.
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