poems from Moab

desert schizophrenia (Rough -with various revisions)
home again
soul ache to roll in the red desert sand
miles away drive through canyons
gazing from below looking to above
your being feels miniscule but your heart soars
transcendent rock formations that desire to be chalked

my head is not where it should be
it is full of fantasies
my wallet empty
except for
expiring plastic

to roll in the desert sand
feel its magic cover your body
as a coat of armor
then return
to the default world

my head is not where it should be
concern of falling and judgement
of failure in dissapointing myself
to get out of my failed head
and enjoy the moment
the opportunity



untitled (rough)
red desert magic-wonder
brings me closer to who i am
my center
something you never allowed me to learn
you never trusted me to live
selfishly
keeping the magic to yourself


silly pink flowers....and head bands (rough w/ revisions)
accessorize your child
accessorize your life
consume consume
i want it in pink
blue
and aqua marine
longing to minimize
longing to not have
the attraction to more things
unnecessary multiple things
no distraction
what statement are you making?
what society are you conforming?
stay away vagrants, lost children and misbehaviors


must leave(rough w/ revision)
i am screaming on the inside to be here where red desert star dust and breathtaking awe inspiring rock formations are within grasp -stuck stuck- or adventure which is drawing my soul away from man made cement and plastic -to be organic natural & free, tied to sage and desert sand -must leave