I AM A HORSE.

You are a rat,
I am a horse.

you are a man,
I am a woman.

You are a Sea Cowboy,
I am a land Cowgirl.

You are night.

I am day.

You are mythology,
I am Poetry.

You are a pencil,

I am a pen

You are Rock N' Roll,

I am the Blues.

You are Morrison,

I am Joplin.

You are the tip of the boot,

I am the sole.

You are a head of curls,

I am straight head of hair.

You are Sage, 

I am Piñon 

You are a musician,

I am practicing.

You are a wall of weapons,

I am a dagger.

You are a loud ear piercing laugh, 

I am the cause.

You are electric,

I am acoustic.

You are giving,

I am a thief,

To all the clothes
in your closet                             

March 28, 2016 - Arco, Idaho

COTTON MAGIC.

 Ketchum, Idaho
(Frenchman's Bend)

I waited for the sun to rise a bit higher before waking her. 

matching her breathing to mine & the rustle of the wind against the pine. 

there is a song one should appreciate more,  

it is the song of morning, before the world wakes up.

The smoke from last night's fire danced, waltzing & fox trotting to the sky and past my nose, along with smell of smoked salmon.

I remember looking up for what seemed like hours, 

at the crowds of cotton passing by.
time froze in cotton magic. 

light prisms,

freeing us of mind prisons.

OBSIDIAN.

Pocatello, Idaho

The light is different in Idaho.

It is like if Iceland had a child, & that child strayed from its nordic ways due to curious angst & impulse; eventually, rediscovering its roots while making love on top obsidian mountains, falling nothing short of brave alongside rattle snake thickets. 

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The sun encompassed her body in the car, almost as perfect as the

 60 watt illuminated her skin in the Thunderbird motel room. 

I often wonder, 

why the lingering smell of Marlboro reds & dusted PTAC wall heaters 

make me feel so at home?

 $39 

CRATERS OF THE MOON.

 CRATERS OF THE MOON, IDAHO.

Sweat dripped from my brow down to the corner crease of my lips. 

I was hungry as hell, 

so I didn't mind the taste of salt between my teeth. 

I could tell you 

the science behind the park...

but, after dancing and dying for film on beds of lava, 

Im a strong believer of the Serpent Legend told by the 
Shoshone-Bannock tribes who inhabited Earth's personal Moon. 

 -As the legend goes-

"A beast of a serpent lived in a channel where the Snake River is today. One summer the Serpent left it's home & travelled far to the base of the largest Mountain in a land near Carey, Idaho. The serpent wrapped its long, tough body around the mountain and just as he was about to sun himself wild storms passed over the sky, striking flashes of light to the horizon where the serpent lay. 

Anger overcame the beast as he tightened his coils as tight as he could around the mountain, causing the rock to crumble around him. Still in a fit rage he continued to tighten himself, the intense pressure caused the rock to melt into lava, and fire bursting out of the cracks to follow. Slow in movement, the serpent melted away to the rock.

The legend says you can see the snakes bones around the ashes and stone of where the Mountain used to be"  

Patches of Buckwheat decorated the black ash & bed of rock, 

doubling as delicate headstones for the life beneath before a serpents rage.