Warrior morning brew
Posted: July 7th, 2007, 6:08 pm
In early morning flashes, razor passes,
gems shoot thru my circuits as I fumble for a pen.
Know thy intoxication-- it is the way and the truth--
life shot up on death, or dying drunk on its health,
as the writer sleeps off another protest hangover.
A warrior says 'yes' to razor flash and altered states,
spins electrochemical novellas as I fumble for a pen.
'Yes' to sun fire earth and its backdraft catacombs.
'Yes' to the temple of love and whores of devotion.
'Yes' to charred and disembodied righteousness.
'Yes' to sweet nurture, breast and birdsong.
'Yes' to the eternal's vain suicide attempt.
'Yes' to it all.
Know thy intoxication; thy staff and electric stride.
Yang barters them all freely and sleeps by the well;
comes 'round again and cracks open granite with his eyes,
shot with solar beams, rimmed on a curvacious desert.
He was drunk yesterday, and found God today.
gems shoot thru my circuits as I fumble for a pen.
Know thy intoxication-- it is the way and the truth--
life shot up on death, or dying drunk on its health,
as the writer sleeps off another protest hangover.
A warrior says 'yes' to razor flash and altered states,
spins electrochemical novellas as I fumble for a pen.
'Yes' to sun fire earth and its backdraft catacombs.
'Yes' to the temple of love and whores of devotion.
'Yes' to charred and disembodied righteousness.
'Yes' to sweet nurture, breast and birdsong.
'Yes' to the eternal's vain suicide attempt.
'Yes' to it all.
Know thy intoxication; thy staff and electric stride.
Yang barters them all freely and sleeps by the well;
comes 'round again and cracks open granite with his eyes,
shot with solar beams, rimmed on a curvacious desert.
He was drunk yesterday, and found God today.