But, Seriously


I 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