Gates of Eden

Of war and peace, the truth just twists

It's curfew gull, it glides

Upon four-legged forest clouds

The cowboy angel rides

With his candle lit into the sun

Though its glow is waxed in black

All except when 'neath the trees of Eden

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand

And then complains

Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf

But still remains

Upon the beach where hound dogs bay

At ships with tattooed sails

Heading for the gates of Eden

With a time-rusted compass blade

Alladin and his lamp

Sits with Utopian hermit monks

Side saddle on the golden calf

On their promises of paradise

You will not hear a laugh

All except inside the gates of Eden

Relationships of a ownership

They whisper in the wings

To those condemned accordingly

To wait for succeeding kings

And I try to harmonize with songs

The lonesome sparrow sings

There are no kings inside the gates of Eden

The motorcycle black Madonna

A two-wheeled gypsy queen

And her silver-studded phantom cause

The gray flannel dwarf to scream

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey

Who pick up on his bread crumb sins

And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden

At dawn my lover comes to me

And tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse

Into the ditch of what each one means

At times I think there are no words

But these to tell what's true

And there are no truths outside the gates of Eden