Ranch Poem- “Sea of Dreams”


Sea of Dreams

As the landing gears grip
the West Coast for the final moment,
he conceals his earbuds from the
ridiculously repetitive stewardess.

Tipping his Cuban glasses down
the Golden Gate of his nose,
his exhausted eyes survey the land.
It resembles a painting of Mt. Fiji.

“What would you like to drink sir?”
They don’t serve any drinks from the feet of the deity.
He asks to keep the rest of the can of Ginger Ale.
A broke man always accepts a free drink.

The thin outline of the rocky beach below
directs his thoughts to the Cliff House-
sitting snug above the white waves, beside
the Bathhouse Ruins, the moss, the cave.

His pilgrimage of insight had sealed
a place inside. San Francisco,
the first encounter with a true tandem
of passion and blind adventure.

There would be many more.
The memory of the concluded trip will be
a practical prayer, a positive scene to return unto
when hell and headlines break loose.

Perfect life turning points have become his
only addiction. He aches for them to satisfy
ever so slightly a life, a heart which has
always sought this thing that he can not name.

Darkness shines through the double paned porthole
onto his fragile face. Between clouds he sleeps.
Dream visitations create cosmic conundrums
that only the concealed third eye can grasp.

But some waking days are dreams
and those are the phantasm events
that we are blessed to remember well.
Where the mind is, there is treasure.



Ranch Rant (4:07 pm) 12/17/09

Animal Collective’s new EP, “Fall Be Kind”, and STS9’s new full length, “Ad Explorata”, are really making life sound good right now. I highly recommend playing both often, as I will during my travels this break.

I need to purchase HST’s Hells Angels for my excursion to San Francisco.

Sea of Dreams want’s LostinSound to do a full write up with an interview with the head of production. I believe we have been given the go ahead to interview any of the artists at the event as well. Um, fucking sweet sauce.

I’ll be missing Dizzy’s going away Shpongleextravaganza at 20 Pratt this Friday, sadness will ensue as he and Nallers will not be around for the spring semester. As Rob Uslan said today(post-motorbike), “Dude i love this place, its the perfect combination of having friends in high places and high friends in places”.


I must purchase a bigger space heater for my cave. It is imperative that we get a microwave at this house. I need to stop getting sick every two weeks, insert exercise and moderate healthlyness.

One semester left before i get my BA in Journalism, and the wild rumpus begins….