I Ride Through/Decade Poem by Gary Winkel

I ride back through colors
to see the sounds we shared
hearing the breathing in and out
of the wholeness we felt
like countless magical holes to pass through.

The immaculate conception rides again
in chemical distortion and loaded dreams
reviewing all imperfections in dayglo
deadening the pain of jungle wounds
while making love to you.

Hard rain falling
on symbols and signs.
Writing labyrinths, singing outer spaces.
I'm connecting stars.
She's loading her ammunition.

Joining hands and discontent
in circus acts and power plays.
A multimedia revolution
screaming rhetorical bites
at fire and ice.

A soft spoken d.j.
plays all of side two
beckoning me to roll up
and listen to the dreamless night
in the energy of here and now.

A war party dancing
as the castle burns.
I'm turning the other way
searching for a rainbow of colorless tapestry
weaving through the falling walls.

Getting her own diamond dreams
investing them in castles
fully equipped with moat
and secret rooms escaping
from broken jagged affairs.

For a moment I had lost
the illusive magic of poetic doors
through which madness and delight
are a window to the present moment,
but I've gained a vintage perspective.

In a river flowing like romance
through levels of feverish design,
we are slow dancing selves
keeping small fires burning
across the universe from me to you.