Spontaneous Jam.

Again in this place-
Down below the wretches of midnight despair.
My fingers lag behind accelerated thought.
Streaks of cinema and desolate mountains
lingering in my heart-
Tales of befriended travels igniting my soul's
ambitions.
Higher frequencies-
Sounds, sights, thoughts, lights-
Blink.

A funeral for the past-
Weddings in retrospect.

Dormant inspiration-
awakening, sprouting, springing, flourishing,
breathing, being, seeing-
There.
Storms of fog and wind encase the
north-western fire-side chants.
Coyote-chorused deserts dream of Alamo
and the cactus fields that weep-
Stars, beasts, hallucinations, rocks, Buddha,
Menthe, the hunt, and ink.

Now amused, pleased with wit and humor-
Smirk, games, pills, engineering, a bridge,
engraved memory-
sketched into the bark of Life's forever universe
Tree.

A feeling of gravity to the comfort of silks
and Persian king's opium dens.
All systems pumping out last fumes
of exhaust, plague, sanity, energy, feel,
and cold.
Now all stops.