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the bridge to Angel Valley
I set my intention
crossed the bridge to Angel Valley
unknowing of what was to come
but fully away of what I was leaving behind
I stood grounded, cool and calm
released of all tension
as if a lifetime had come undone.
It’s there I let go
of all those old ways of being
shed that snake skin feeling
and came back from beyond the pine
into that crystalline light
of my own healing.
rawhide
I’ve tried on many different skins
and ended up in this one,
stretched at the waist
twisted and torn
ready and willingly
back for more, more, and more
staples and stitches
dimples for dimes
tenderly oiling this rawhide of mine.
Straight to the point.
Soak
your feet
for close to an hour
in hot water
then
peel back
the skin
flaking, like
skin does
dead
after soaking your foot
in hot water
close
to an hour,
then write that way.
Peer Pressure is an Infinite Thing.
Lots of makeup.
Lots and lots of makeup.
To invent the perfect you.
That stuff clogs your pores you know.
Believe it or not.
I wore makeup too.
But nobody told me
it didn’t match my skin tone.
Nobody but a few.
You can’t break a kid’s spirit like that.
It’s unnatural.
But that’s what we do.
That’s what’s beautiful?
I beg to differ.
That’s not the perfect you.
But it’s under there.
Somewhere.
Working harder every day.
In your passing: for Alvaro
Listening to Rob Zombie.
You dug his artistry.
I bob my head compulsively.
Go figure.
And in this moment, I’m reminded.
Of your grace.
Some people have it,
you had it.
Though I never told you, it was clear
you had no intention of being graceful.
It’s just something we’re born with.
No matter the number of tattoo
that cover our skin.
No matter the loony stories
we tell ourselves to get by.
It’s sort of an unspoken connection.
And when you smiled you meant it.
When you frowned, it was for just reason.
In retrospect, our time knowing one another
was shorter than most.
And after College, we only spoke via
likes and shares.
But nonetheless, your spirit breathes on.
Like the orchestral breakdown in, The Man Who Laughs.
You did and still do inspire me.
I see this now.
So in my thanks, I know you’d just laugh
and say,
“Ah Dave! I love you, you crazy bastard!”
