Postscript to Witchs Pit 2
A hundred thousand ate acid like manna-hungry Jews
in wilderness rain and me straight, black eyed
By day Hendricks guitar
torque converting notes of
MI-34 helicopter where the bombs dropped;
drums and flute purged the slug among pickled foetus,
sharks teeth, and neo Nietzschean T.V.
burning Buddhist monks forced us
beyond borders to the enemys heart.
"If we are our brothers
Heather shocked theta waves till
were floodgates of laughter where sinesmilla
my epistemic roots.
As i kindly refused hippie Thetis
my beloved at Rouen grave site would sing hosannas,
blazing wild lights of azure sky for eyes
on hospital gown, enraptured
like a Chagall character
fighting gravity with Holy Spirit, my beloved buried
My beloveds "Ave
helium bound with our childs soul was floating
beyond the Impressionist
Above us at Woodstock the night flight of
migratory birds recalled lean and craggy
We are like cranes
in the moons
Its a sin to kill an elephant
thats why I want to do it.
Its the only sin you can
go out and buy a license for
Through binoculars from the jeep
so majestic in tall savannah grass
above its knees the African
elephant makes one believe in
human insignificance as compared
to Gods glory.
Its a sin to kill an elephant;
the drums always start with White
hunter Black heart.
Incidentally, had i told the truth
i would now be a cake of soap.
The eye of Hurricane Georges
passes over Key West
giant Burger King signs
streets near the sea wall
are smashed to worthless
to hubris in the game of life.
the charter Purple Haze
4 days deep sea searching for swordfish
the Florida Keys,
today September 26th,
from the cabin of Purple
i dream my wife J.A.
and aborted child daughter with bronze afro
are spirit leaping
kicking up sand
from the whispering mouths
of perfumed hyacinths
along the River of Life
No sun. No moon. No stars.
there are no shadows:
is center stage
all light, all love only
Outside the gates
reprobates and whores,
like rabid dogs.