But, SeriouslyI got up today and I don’t know what
happened
my head was humming and my toe was tapping I tried depressants and black holography i Ching and Tarot and Kirlian photography crystals and stones and statues of Buddha and loading my pistol to stalk Kama Sutra. Shamanic drumming and a five hole
flute
praising the lord with some crazy old coot in a little backwater Tennessee church where an alter native parrot paced his perch. I tuned to Coltrane’s mathematical sax then headed to India and sat on some tacks. I learned how to have an orgasm so long I could have a light lunch and talk on the phone then come back around for kisses and smokes and light conversation with flirting and jokes. I learned how to wake when I’m in a dream and fly like a balloon letting off cold steam. I went underground and crawled through a hole then climbed up the mountain without any goal but to look down and see the lay of the land I wrote a review but the critics all panned it and said I should stay with what I know best which is saying” so long” and then riding west. I got up today and I don’t know what happened but my head’s still humming my toe is still tapping I gathered my books and sent them to sea in a birch bark canoe that tacked with the wind -- then into a fog bank -- never again will it return to this beach where I am burning seriousness. Posted: Tue - February 7, 2006 at 03:46 PM |
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