Girls in Nightmares
I saw a ghost of a girl I used to know
in the vapors that came out of your mouth
freezing as the molecules hit the air or was it smoke
from the engine running in your guts.
The vapor became a mist that became a fog
twisting into a torrent of a dozen other girls
I talked to in bars with their words and their tongues
their eyes, there skin, and their vapors in their lungs.
Greek Statues on TV
Watching a black & white kid Wayne Newton
sing on the Benny Goodman so
being aired by some forgotten satellite derelict channel
as I slurp condensed soup
and smear prayers all over my lips
Did you know Wayne Newton blows the horn?
I sure as hell didn’t.
Wheels keep turning in the direction they started,
you just don’t realize they are wheels,
until they carry you off and then understand
you’ll never be home,
you’ll never find them around the bend,
you’ll only be at home on the wheels
that never stop
just keep going.
Follow me into the desert
I have candy that melts in your brain
not in the sands
that look like waves because, well,
just a lot slower in terms of waves;
waves of microscopic glass,
and in this ocean you can hide your pyramid,
you can stare down your sphinx,
you can find me in the mirages, and
I’ll drink from you like the blue crystal waters
as the moon rises and the sun sinks.
Follow me into the desert.
I forget all the time how close I am to falling through ice into a cavern of darkness
You ever wonder if I was I supposed to be something else?
I probably should have been better
maybe I could have been smarter
or drunk and peaking at just the right moment to be charming.
You ever think we were made for somebody just to realize
sometimes you were made only to be you
and you alone;
emphasis on the word alone?
Maybe I could have been better and smarter and kinder, maybe,