I am but one head of a snake with two hundred legs in syncopated tramp.
This dragon’s spine is a ghost that melts away
the gruelling hills,
the stone fences,
the bark of dogs,
the horse’s watching eye,
the french farmhouses,
the rock paved forest,
the shock of blue petals in wild open surrender to the sky.I break -
pick berries from brambles,
piss, and watch them pass.
This dragon’s spine is a ghost that melts away
the gruelling hills,
the stone fences,
the bark of dogs,
the horse’s watching eye,
the french farmhouses,
the rock paved forest,
the shock of blue petals in wild open surrender to the sky.I break -
pick berries from brambles,
piss, and watch them pass.
Where is there, but here, and, why go?
This path is not your own.
The conditions of my happiness, endless.
We rise and fall,
form and collapse our dragon spine.
We come to light, melt in the dark,
shimmer in our nakedness.
Behind us, the road,
gone,
gone,
completely gone.