our form, it destroys in two stages
milking the fame and selling hashish to the Hollywood milk boys
they slink, but then, they trade snake skins by the bushel
our energy universal
our sardonic grins calculated
by the use of out-of-date actuarial
tables often infested, lice, and grandma
dying well in the high desert
so we loosed the Spirits in Borrego
while drunk on fine tequila high
on the emerald innocence
excited to see mice fucking
in
their clear proto-plastic cage
we are nothing if not naked
and cast out
among homeless derelicts bent on retribution
we threaded skulls together
freedom and panic and wickedness
paid for insouciant vileness
under red rock shrines
I would rather be pigeon hunting
(prosecution if you joined me)
as we have known rainforest dawns
tumbling from heights
into ferns and rhododendron husk
laughter, thus
wide-eyed battle with reckless hands on the spine
of the Demon, Borkhum
I channeled an Indian Medicine Man
cross-legged in the dark with bubbling ears
hearing secret accent
and further shouting tinged with puppet echoes
incomprehensible language
we rode bicycles in these forests
to find a structure in which
to squat
I must have known
when we found the hidden tree
with which crystal explosion deformed
and the holy youths rejoicing around it
like balsamic brains of Brahma priests
communicate frequency modulation with memory
friendship ascendance
to glories soft earth and hairy bellies
cosmogenesis
in disposable form
which energy sprocket initiates reawakening
movement of water
symbol of your search for bliss
an actualization of the monkey paradigm
