Image Nation

Image Nation begins in despair and ends in glory, from the surrealistic suburbs, through psychedelic awakenings, to songs of the open road… leading to peace and tranquility in the mountains, spiritual and cosmic realizations…

ON THE ROOF OF MY HOUSE

IN THE WIND WITH GOD

The moon is blowing against the wind

The wind is blowing against the stars

in my face  

Behind my back I can see

the half-moon coming conjunct with Mars

pale blood-star                                        

The wind blows through the Milky Way

the meadow of ashes flows & flashes

like river fish

through the cellular stream of scrub oak leaves

the moonlit thickets boiling up

the mountain roiling in the wind

The clouds crawling up from the south

look huge & dark & are full of bright holes

MIND BLOWN HEART BONE

STARS SOWN IN THE WIND