Arroyo

Your love is a dry arroyo that for years sustained me 

And quenched my parched heart with your flashflood adoration

But now crumbles under the footsteps of my words

Greedy for traces of you.

The Ranch

Speaking fondly of the ranch
One way I can pay tribute now.
The ranch was an entity of my identity.
The Lombardy poplars leading me
Home when I got lost
Deep starry nights and crisp clear skies
The train whistling when I went to sleep
Infinite treasures in native ruins
A stream with hot springs and geese
Peacocks crying in the willow tree
Stubborn ponies eating loco weed
Two and a half stories worth
of memories in the house
and a cellar of accumulated history
Radioactive lead plates, a mysterious tunnel and a secret journal
Typewriters, rotary phones, and painted china,
drumsticks in the freezer, beaded curtains, closets full of surprises,
pieces of paper wrapped in rubber bands on the desk,
knick knacks on bookshelves and oil paintings on the walls,
Grammi's tales and three playful dogs
for each playful child filling the living room
It was entertainment before dial up
Endless exploration in the house, on the ranch, through the states.
A picture, a price and a few pieces of stamped paper
Were an unjust estimation of worth.

Firestorm

Wake up to the alarum of a phone.

My home, my city's burning down. 

A city built with hedonistic bones 

Never worries about ghost towns. 

But tonight God decided to restart 

And threw matches into dry shrubs. 

The neighborhood eerily fell apart  

As fire ravaged country clubs. 

Surprisingly egalitarian, 

The rich and the poor fled for life. 

New converts, new humanitarians,

Shed their belongings and their strife.  

We survived and slipped into our old ways.

Let it burn again!  Rid us of malaise.

Modified sonnet.  Firestorm '03, '07, ...

Desert Dream Preface

I dreamt last night. It connected a lot of places I've been dreaming about for the last few months, the hotel, my house, the desert, the roads, the caravans.

My mother was set up a the hotel, and there was a pastry convention going on, so I was killing two birds with one stone. Then I went to my dads place to talk to him before I set off home. There I picked up my cat and a dog named Lisa. She's a black boxer with a white chest. She's very amicable (never met this dog in real life) .
Anyway, I set off for the desert, driving the long complicated roads.

When I get there, the caravans have already arrived. Usually I see them on the way to the desert. They set up usually along the side of the road in like mini portable towns, like gypsies. Anyway, this time, they're at the desert tonight, and I let kitty and Lisa out of the suburban and get out to talk with people and start learning about the desert's secrets.

I can't figure out what everyone is doing there. I was drawn there. Theres something foreboding and ancient and hostile deep in the caves in the middle of this desert. And this desert isn't a Kalahari. It's more like our Californian deserts full of dunes....or like a nazca desert. It's got shrubs, and it's sorta rocky and reddish, and it has caves in the distance. 
Creatures lives or lived in those caves, and they're very deep, and I need to go inside and find out what it is.

The one time I did go in, I found an underground waterfall.  In the water at the top of the waterfall, there were stones that made a line pointing out across the top of the waterfall. If you stepped on the stones they turned red, yellow, or green. 

But I didn't go deep that night. I went to bed and when I woke up my dog was gone, and I searched and searched and searched for her. Then I had to leave, because I needed to get back home.  So I went home with only Kitty.  I was pretty sad.


I want to know whats going on!! Each night I hope that my dreams will explain a little more.



March 20, 2010






This is the preface to the other desert dream.  If you look at the tags, there is a desert tag and also a dream tag.  Click either one and find the Desert Dream post for the sequel.  

So I visited the dream desert last night

and I went into the caves in the desert...And they were the caves of these ancient monks and there was like broken pottery and shit. like big vases and stuff that was kind of cool...but I kept going deeper into the cave until I reached a dead end. It looked like the tunnel continued but was blocked off. There was a little hole about 5 inches in diameter a little bit above my head to the left. So I put my hand in the hole...I dont know why. I just did. And I brought out three treasures. I can't remember the first two but the last one was a golden conch shell...And then blood started dripping out of the hole...

This desert I'm talking about, I've been dreaming about it for months. I dont know where the fuck it is but for weeks I just spent my nights driving to it. Its really kind of wigging me out now. Its a really creepy ancient desert. It feels like its alive and really old and going to kill you if you make the wrong move. And i go to it almost every single night. Its kind of a reddish desert with caves and hills and shrubs. Not a lot of cactus. mostly tumble weeds and shrubs and reddish dirt and boulders...It feels like dinosaurs died there or something.

I feel like its a real desert somewhere and I'm all astral projecting on it at night. Lol. Nighttime travels.

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME LASSIE??