the burden of narcissism
manifests as art and yet carries not
a glimmer of self deprecation.

Shemales beat the drum
Rhythm and magick abound
Continents connect.

Waves in the ether
Communing with the Great Spirit
Reverence in the air

the sins of the past
ruined lives long since ended
all unremembered

cigars and horses
sweating men with rolled up sleeves
bald with old tattoos

no matter the time
it's always reassuring
to find myself not dead

such a pretty spot
the perfection of the breeze
blowing my mind