Future Ledges

My future is a pregnant mountain

Overflowing with unexpectedly

Anticipated change

For the Kicks

Of hidden highways

Black tar escapades

And intestinal change

Painted on broadening sky’s

Sends vicious bile

Burning, bleak tears

Down my acid face

With the rippled voices

And icy eyes of past doubts

The gestating opportunities

Of cracked knuckles

And polaroid cheeks

Splayed upon divides

Of generation and wealth

As the future churns along

Sprawling canyons

Protruding and kicking

With blundering doubt

Smothered in sweet summer smoke

Gas station rendezvous

and rattling lights

Along a winding path

All painfully new, creased cavern

Zippered highway and falling rocks

As the peaks burst through clouds

Like a divine fresco painted

In adolescent misery and hopeful

Inklings for a future unseen

It grows though desert rain

Broken windshield

And freezing nights as

I see my future like a

Temple of western promise

For I drink from cool rivers

And touch the delicate streams

Of a formulating consciousness

Taking over my limbs with

The glee of a remembered teenage dream