A Golden Halo

On a sunny Sunday afternoon

the sun surrounds me

writhing in pain

I see the golden halo

as I await the chariot

I’m on a gurney

wheeled into waiting wings

when the bandits stole into my room

just to get a closer look

Seems the halo had turned orange

and I was burnt sienna

Feverish needing a shine

I’m moving in the dream

a morphine crystal sky

over the ranch

the horses grazing in their pasture

Among the restlessness

I no longer feel the pain

I sense a rhythm

Wisdom flashes me

My muse is high

laughing at my poetry

she says a golden halo?

why you’re a bandit

lost in time and space

astral galvanized

Of course it stole my mind

with thoughts twisted

the bandits visit

leaving one without a clue

so I grab one

just to realize who I am

knowing I was drowning

still they hold on

The lab rat moves

needing a nicotine fix

Were they learning?

No!

no comprende

no savy

no roast turkey

no road work

though the road is long and rough

Please saddle up my bay

I’m so sleepy

which brings out the bandits

You my darling, on your Palamino

me on my Bay

We ride across the empty plain

a starry trip

fiery tails cross the sky

made for smoother trails

We’ll sleep under the stars

the moon so bright

with flashes in our eyes

so I dream

the knives cut the fatty tissue

upon the bulbous umbilical

knowing I am watched

held in check

Hurry up and wait

the bandit is loose

rub down the ponies

saddle up for a trail drive

The arroyo is awash

so I dream

The wild dance

one awareness to another

a drugged up fantasy

A realm of another time

It’s over, they return

party’s over

let in the bandits

in the distance I see

Wintergreen Mountains

Pikes Peak

I wear a golden halo

(c) Dale Clark