Sunday
03Feb2008
Red
Sunday, February 3, 2008 at 03:04PM in heated chaos
in clearest clarity
winter's fold
bright sparrow
split the sky
you are
the long shadow man
come close let us whisper this
passion
so keen
you possess, eye of the sky painter
silent
suave lover
red the mescal
quick as the beaded whip
invisible
your medicine is strong
it tops the rattle
we are
slave and free
our open mouths bring the smell of rain
i cannot cannot
i can
reach the clouds and touch you
ride this
in translation this gets lost
leave it
we make love in this way
and sing a song we have never sang before
then are silent with the moon
strange leaves falling
scent the night floor
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WHIP QUEEN
Gypsies make love in any way
Don't need a needle
To feel it
You say mescal red
But I see it blue & green
Coming in waves
Under the Arizona dream
Oxygen is the strongest drug
It burns every leather skin
Just leaving behind
Some bright lizard tongue
Like an orphan mystery
Gypsies spend their time
Making love
Shuffling smart breeze
Into black eyes
Penetrating into the darkest
Just to taste the smell
Of the only climax
You've ever known
Follow the tongue
Its words caress the wings
Of a satisfied desire
The only one
Charm and feeling
Over all your ancient bodies
Lost in dust
Gypsies don't have time
They just are love
In a total ignorance
Of some leading path
To nowhere out
Juniper drops her berries
1,2,3,4,5,6, 7 they are strung to make the whip
1,2,3,4,5, 6 Iktomi wears the mescal and elk teethe combined
Red, black, white they are his colors
Bold and fixating they disrupt
Causing sickness in the medicine wheel
Iktomi you are very lazy
Iktomi you work too hard
Grandfather the Lightening Stuck You