OFF the PATH
Today I was walking by the shores of the Mighty Colorado
but I strayed off the path
Invisible lines I followed
pulling me along
their sacred way
vines sprang up from the ground
and attached to my hips
guiding me,
making me feel my power
I walked in a sacred way...
off the path
crossing under the water
I got to the other side
where the wind gods
carried me into the blue
tossing and turning me dry
and when I looked down
I saw that all paths
lead to the Sacred Mountian
Monday, August 23, 2004
AUSTIN TOWN
Mad-dog crack ho's
and street-wise hustlers
5am sixth street stench
rises like a dank fog
its dark secrets belching
bums lay in doorways
alley reaks of piss
I make my way down to the River
the Colorado flows
a taste, a touch
of my mountain home by-gone
But for Colorado
Austin wallows in its own decadence
Mad-dog crack ho's
and street-wise hustlers
5am sixth street stench
rises like a dank fog
its dark secrets belching
bums lay in doorways
alley reaks of piss
I make my way down to the River
the Colorado flows
a taste, a touch
of my mountain home by-gone
But for Colorado
Austin wallows in its own decadence
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