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