i am iguana
i am in the blue-sun
i am in love with a sun-goddess
i have dogs with collared ears homies
there is water in floods
there are hot gysers
hot hope hot dance

i am iguana
i am a smell-hound lizard
i am in triple-digit heat
i am scraping stone

there are no more trials
the guns are trapped in a well
some call it hell
i only know
it is deep
it is fire

daisys
being blown by my jacked-up cycle
im pedaling in dantes third hell
over heads with weird eyes
that look dead
but roll
and roll

a raucous on a roller-coaster
made with the jawbone of an ass
it was the hair on the jawbone
that burned the brightest
the dead see rainbows
even the ones
that don't
deserve it

the earth is on stilts
revolving in sanctified coffee
it is aged and black
so the angel and me
have no more union

it is my tar
for i am man
some say in heaven
man is always wrong
not because he is wrong
only because he receives
and this is all

yet i am iguana
it is blue and hot
the rock a dark brown
it is very craggy
it is my rock

the sun appears
i appear
ugly to all
but my kind

i am iguana
run on by
i am iguana
run on by

thank you dear, whisperer to the muse

jim... have one on me...

<<<< Lingers around basking in the ever so vivid canvas

I think you have voiced some of my emotions...gosh...I really do wish I could be an iguana right now...

nice, nice to meet you