Author Archives: aldous

i awaken to the promise of a new morning with a million suns dawning in my head like natives hauling my brain cells around in canoes and navigating the stream of consciousness the radio intrudes and i begin the reckoning … Continue reading →

scatter down platypus and rage on tecumseh a star has fallen on the ground ancient campfire history is mystery and out of the mists strides the shaman there was a time before he was born when hearts blazed like pieces … Continue reading →

now at gymnastics my ten year old is a lemur leaping a cheetah chasing a spider spanning and oh how I long for the innocence here but tomorrow gone! beware the burglar for when we sleep the tumblers are turned … Continue reading →

I would love to be a hero carrying the banner of truth in protest of the big lie I would love to oppose the architects of war and tyranny and oh how they hate anyone who’s not a redneck I … Continue reading →

where youth holds the illusion of immortality old age falls for the mirage of death she of the sargassum is too old to be seduced by the heart too young to stumble into imaginary graveyards she is pulled by neither … Continue reading →

love comes as a surprise in the milky dawn of waking you are so strange and murky as you commute the distance of my desire silent are the stories traced by fingers and toes breasts and buttocks the bedsheets are … Continue reading →

yeah and i saw it again a face in the mirror not my own a stranger creep into my soul motorcycle pants and mod hair thick glasses like two stumps i fell into the black hole at the end of … Continue reading →

he doesn’t go to berkeley though it seems he should with hair riding on shoulders and fingers raised in a perennial v like a gunsight for the bullet of idealism he lives his life full throttle raging thru the night … Continue reading →

in dawn’s garden she paused to consider the snake in its ancient whisperings like electric sacrament on the tongues of the desperate in a future age it was a crash course in cosmic consciousness but for this adam branded her … Continue reading →

does all the color run out of life when you get your shit together? might you as well perish on the glassy sea when your boat rounds the horn without a hitch? what is life without the death of moments, … Continue reading →

the doors of perception are officially closed to those of willful blindness the gates are dangerous hinges rusty and the lock stuck fast eyelessly grope to the safety of your cellars feel free to shop in the stuffy corners but … Continue reading →

high up on the mountain bolstered by belladonna and swaying hips over the bottomlands i screwed in a light bulb on my bulbous nose and went blind when i saw the light damn the savage who sniffs around in somebody … Continue reading →

what will be the shape of this world beyond the bloody curvature of vision? will the creature swim to ecstasy or be crushed by the weight of this deranged and perilous time? can he imagine his future or have designer … Continue reading →

october night and here i am thinking of dad on his birthday his was a life too short to be wasted (except on a flagon of cheap red) some live forever like a calculation well worn automatons moving their arms … Continue reading →

look at a child a winged creature flown in from the other side like the shuttle from outer space she is the young phoenix and quickly converts her earthside nest to a magic palace i know this because i saw … Continue reading →

was there ever a time of greater loneliness when the clouds themselves would weep in solitude? was there ever a moment so sanguine and new when the rain would wash the earthly canvass clean? as in my mind like a … Continue reading →

last night outside rick’s house i took a break from the party ambling into the moonlite yet turned away from the bright face i could see the borders of her smile on every leaf suddenly besieged i felt the glad … Continue reading →

“if i had to do it over again there wouldn’t be a thing i’d mend” more foolish words were never spoken so this instead would be my token: “i’d change my clothes i’d change my mind i’d change my shape … Continue reading →

july 3, 1971 wee hours let’s rewind the tape to a bathtub in paris with a girl on a couch passed out in the next room a pinch of powder on a mirror left over from last night suddenly the … Continue reading →

and lost without a key there in the membership and diving do you care whos your monkey and why not share with us with us with us? We’re your daddy and your uncle in the garage hunkered over a machine … Continue reading →