IGGY POP IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL

 He wanted a Zion eight day vacation

With a side trip to Sedona.

He went alone.

The whole trip was one hotel room away

From the Spirit of the Summer Sun.

Breathtakingly hot in

Fantastic spirals of limestone beds,

The crowd sticks around and cheers

Day after day.

Eleven hours of truth is a powerful thing,

And it comes in unrecognizable waves.

It comes fractured.

He stood for hours that last day

Upon many red rocks

Beneath the red red sun

Walked himself home as Raw

Power played the

Rattlesnake speakers in his head

Like instruments, and

He felt wildly happy.

Beneath the red red sun.

Response to Heavy Date

The womb rose and said,

You are the window.

The world's rose went

From petal to flesh, from

Flesh to shiny metal.

The metal grabbed the sun

Which turned itself to flesh

And fell to the ground where it stayed

Wet for three eons until

The flesh saw a spark and stood up.

It had it's first thought: I am hiding something.

A piece of something bright.

It ran amok for years, then, at last, pressed

It's face's flesh to glass

And said, yes, I am the window.