21 Years of 21st Century Angelic Consciousness
Golub mountain satori,
over Cherokee Delaware,
hot grass sticky and stiff,
illuminated souls in bleak university grander.
Acrylic happenings in late night whiskey
induced trance,
funneling Coltrane in hopes of realizing the self.
Bouncing between beat Philadelphia: with its’ mad
poet Buddhas, septic serpents,
all night anxious imploding meditations & angelic goddess worship
in Bethlehem.
Isolation in peach cream walls,
starving for green in artificial colored markets
of opulent attachment,
chaotic notes between sighs of complacency
in holy cathedrals of bureaucratic chains.
Slept in academic walls,
bored with conventional wisdom,
dropped out of the American dream
and into the seven circles of the self,
(and cried at each level)
Lost attachment to self
(still working on desire) forgave past trespasses and those who
trespassed against myself,
developed cynical longing and lost it,
lost God and found it,
walked aimlessly for a year &
grew roots into these streets.
Dug jazz induced love of life,
broke language into primal rhythms,
deprived myself of love and nourishment,
than ate greedily,
read volumes,
accepted new consciousness:
first I was crazy,
then enlightened,
now I’m just fucking nuts.
Learned to love beautifully again,
accepted change but denounced current,
accepted new rhythms, mobilized nimble
meditative fingers, sang blues on Columbus Boulevard and Frankford Ave.
with the yuppies, hippies, jazz men and blue women.
Received smiles and magic bills from reformed
junkies who claimed my music was redemptive.
Lost all of that, and still content.
Saw God with my sorcerer brother,
and cried when life was too beautifully
shy for him.
Barreled down grey highways with my beautifully mad love,
deconstructing ancient myths and burning
ahead towards eternal bliss,
sought solitude and grander,
wrote of all this madness,
and stood at the end,
happy to show it all.
