I died at the end of the trail, lost

I died at the end of the trail, lost  
 
Mt. tops majestic mystic monochromatic  
 
Chimney pouring smoke  
 
I washed up on Big Sur in a clumsy wave frozen blood, bitten in half by a shark  
 
Call forth the junkies and queens, cowboys and dwarfs; the exiles and dictators and the funny girls with broken legs; the clowns with swollen testicles and rabid mouths  
A swarm of bees pours from the TV screen and into the old woman’s mouth.   She is dead a week now her mouth agape.  
 
 stay warm under the bridge anamorphic lost again in the belly of a cuttlefish.  
 
Fires in my sight I dreamed of epic novels and spent time rehearsing my monologue at the library.  
 
Meager lunches sunken tummy  
hollow cheeks cheer the conquistador the one with the soft talisman  
around his weather beaten neck  
my penis hangs like a middle finger between my legs  
 
Hang gliding  
A broken neck  
Big Sur in muted glow  
Through fog  
 
Waves crumble onto bourbon colored  
rocks  
 
The shore is alive with  
Insects spattered with dew, quicksilver-royal blue, morning resonated in pupil’s hue  
 
A rainbow glided in on a storm  
 ancient symbol of peace  
 
A desire to write but arms feel like they are hacked off  
 
Turn inward;    
into the vacuum of the mind a million different galaxies survive  
Blue region where the renegades lived  
 
A young maid walks the meadows naked her tummy bulging with child  
 
Biological regeneration  
 A Thought...  
Like a lizard’s tail