Nighttime falls quickly
where people ride mountain clouds
and lifetimes slip by.

My disappearance
from this east coast masquerade
should be expected.

I will miss the Fall
but I willingly leave home
to capture the sun.

I carry crosses.
Everyday I lug them
up skull shaped mountains.

We come in kicking.
They slap our asses to breathe
foul oxygen.

Candle wax drips down
slowly it flows piling up
at the base of me.

Locked in black and white,
heresy trapped on filmstrip.
I’m Kung Fu Jesus.

Girls and Swinger shirts
I, king of Hawaii by Night,
study when it’s light.

Sand between my toes
and sunshine on my shoulders,
this is my heaven.