Poezja

OH, Who wants to hop-step down the
short porch steps with me?

Lets waltz through pools of damp
lambency,the street lights, tonight, shall be
our ball room chandeliers.

Run these listless side-streets,lickerish fiends of the night,
draped in naught save the bed's silken
sheets! Naked Ghost Dance, whishing through the
air, gliding with our tambourines in hand,
shake the forbidden salt, spice up the insipid gray land. Let us indulge in the flavors of life! take turns feeding sweet passers spoonfuls of paradise! Rhythmic foot beats, sounds of our spirits transgressing. Drunk, bald head and beard,
I pirouette, saunter, skip and sing,
brightening the lonely nights of lovely
passersby with the almonds of my silver nutshell
delivering.

O to be in full fettle! To know the vigor of old world
pioneers! To feel from the deepest inner regions the upswell of my voice – sonorous
and soaring! To shout and sing dear loved ones
new day tidings each and every morning! To pierce the eyes of silence with
spontaneous spears of laughter!

An orgy of infinite orgasms
henceforth may every poem be read! A naked invitation ushering all
earthly lovers to my bed!

I strip down to fellate the earth with
laurel lips of poesy –
My ode to you, Allen Ginsberg.

I want to impregnate the world with the
seeds of my seminal madness! I want to spawn a society of
naked,
loving, hugging
anarchy!

I want to summon Ken Kesey's ghost
Elevate society A world wide trip once last acid test
draw the the whole planet into the
pudding! Communing in the lime light of
Kosmo's backyard may we never come down!

Let us throw away all
tradition ritual manner and more
let us replace the phrase 'Thank you',
with: 'I love you'
'you're welcome',

with:
'I love you too'
What Laws laws laws so many laws prohibiting love
yet no law save than the engrained
could ever promote it.

All sex is incest in my mind
to me, that is a beautiful notion!

I want to buy a fruit cart stand in the middle of rush hour
intersections selling slices of watermelon, summer's
sanguine smiles, a penny a piece! I'll go broke exhausting body and
budget
singing and shouting poems to oncoming
traffic!

Its my goal to train my voice to
be impervious to tire tracks
Enable it to out run cars!

I want to live in a world full of
Artistic vagabonds
no where to go, nothing to spend.