Caminando con Dr. Jones

coiling thrashing lashing whips
the tendrils of this sea witch fly
rising from the moonlit surf
a liquid queen comes to the earth
mists and depths in her opal eyes
her colossal mind toroid-serpentine
this wise and vibrant octopus divine



por la viento soy emparedada a cielo
no tengo nadie y ningun auto a ud corazon
liebres y tortugas este tierra propio
y yo no lo tendria de manera otro



stars are coiled up in my mind
strangled til they're not divine
render unto me what is gris
pull everything into my sea
from skies of slate to blackout days
to whirling in the desert crazed
travel everywhere to learn
there's not yet a book worth the burn



if to author is to own then
I'd rather remain free
set a heart afire or set
ablaze every last copse
within the winds of poetry
tasting life's every last drop
la viento por la mundo
y todos espacio entre cado



from tidal flats to Carlsbad bats
hiking boots instead of flats
better wear a wide-brimmed hat
the sun's nearby, I'll tell ya that
ain't got too much atmosphere
the skies are mostly crystal clear
some may call it poverty
but I call it living alone and free