High Priest. Taos Brave. Snake-Chief.

Navajo. Taos warrior in blanket. Hopi brave.

Navajo smile.

Alchise-Apache

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

>battery charged
>or:
> (Psychosis: Butter Field Broken Paw)
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> Once at the fishy harbour we drank acid-rain and gurgled strong
> hymns to Dionysus
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> i remember becuz it was stonelight on the reckoning
> and bee hive justice was floundering rapidly against these delicate
> shoals.
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> I know at lest one star touched my face and at least one comet
> burned my intestines after the slow thunder broke so soft
>over your cold blue lightning-flash of eyes.
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>Tomorrow a gray rain will devour this beastly flesh and ignite
> small pitter patter poems to Edgar and Sylvia but yet
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> here the ax falls so tender, still, over these heart cages and
> dreamsongz and oh baby dontya wanna see the other worlds with me.

>>What
the hell, >see how it gets b r okeN
when your ghost distracts >me?

You know if you weren't such a wisenheimer, you bastard, you wouldn't be so dead.
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> CE Kane

Wacked

Out here, the deltas and the clouds the jewelled rivers of the mind;

the waterways are swift at times and glimmer off the crest.

I soak myself in air and heat and wash down this sullen pill

I say oh are you my friend, lillied thorn-berryin' cirrrus-speakin' fledged air riders?

Yah you little bird. You tiny seer wafting thru the haze, feathered rapscallion.

Please send snapshots of Pangea to the lost orphans

of Drone City.

I applaud your many kindnesses my dears.

Afterstumble:

The dark covers every day til its gone. This days gone. And its dark.

All good sea-things rolling with the moonlight tides, Good Evening and the day is gone forever.

No feather shapes the air, no river carves the land now.