Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Highway Sutra

Mad daisies swaying like choir bells
In the balmy breeze
Flashing in yellow ribbons
Between asphalt roads streaking
Naked to the solar onslaught
Swimming over forested hills
Hugging the crying earth in deathly embrace
Holy clouds sailing like Flying Dutchmen
Ghostly ectoplasms of mist
Shape shifting souls of evaporated water

Cars careen down emerald passage
Through golden heat of heaven
Doors to paradise glimpsed here
Among garden of wild flower mysticism
Nature painted in naked glory
On highway median meandering
Like a myth passed down through the ages
Story morphing with wagging tongues

My warm pate aglow with solar aura
Imprint of colors cascading on cornea
Total bliss blowing like bubbles
Through my babbling mind
Gathering the bushels of beauty

Till chest constricts in palpitations
Prickling like orgasm
Portending passing of breath
When essence is poured into earth
Vessel of mind vortex
Sifting like sand
Into bosom of Gaia

quite the motorpsycho trip here, John.

i enjoyed the head journey. good stuff.

mtmynd, gracia senor. The catalyst for this was listening to Allen Ginsberg read his poem Wichita Vortex Sutra. Listening to Ginsberg always puts me in the mood to write wild, mad, gone poetry.

John

ooo la la indeedy yes i like i like veddy muchly....
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Don't forget "Sunflower Sutra"!!!!
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Ferrari California

I never read Ginsberg poetry beyond Howl, gracias!!!!!!

Hester, thanku veddy muchly!

Dave, I love that one too.

Arcadia, Howl is a great introduction. Gracias back to ya!

John