American Dream

When did bone-weary

become the American way?

When did simply working two jobs

paying bills, saving for retirement

and having some good times along the way

at no one else’s expense…

When did this stop being the American Dream?

passed into ether

Once, we were young
we three

and the world was less in us

than we were in it

mucking about, we dreamt fire
and fought ferociously

we grew, digressed

broke bones, pulled sinew

joints required for walking
birthed

crashed

shattered hearts

found our place
along the peripheral
betwixt hours

in those lost days
when once, we were young

and I mourned
mourn still,
as you pass into ether

any which way but loose

in the fleeting of a moment
of a breath

in the crevice of a parsec

you arrive, just there

when-where I need you

parched lips wetted

I am filled

belly-full with fire

yup

uncomplicated

lack of possession

lack of expectation

joy of words

joy of moments

unconditional,

I am free to care

tenderness

in profile, you were

standing in a stream of light

late morning, gazing out

I wanted to ask…where was your mind?

(your mind sends me…places);

linoleum cool, a short step to you

your flesh and grasp sparking

what I thought I’d lost

breathless, I was left

with a fleeting moment of you

and smiles to last for days

in a moment of a moment

the Electric Demon breathing fire

brass balls, brass eyes

stone face, readies to draw

“Come on girl, ain’t you learned yet?”

and in a moment of a moment

on a deep inhale,

she pulls the Universe in...

sun and moon

the birthing of nebulas

in, to burning lungs

and cryin’ eyes

breathe held

the elements form

a molten lava 

eyes a fire

morphing into a cooling flesh
hard shell
eyes darken to embers

Only Cowgirls know
how to throw walls in crowded space