the ravings of wild men

I stick a sharp needle in my lover’s right arm.

Holding the nexus in my hand, I think of dancing fairies and pleasure boats

My dad would say “ Give me the treat. Not the treatment!”

I think of this as I inject the vaccine into her arm.

Somewhere Preston Sturges is smiling.

I dreamed a movie of his once.

Buck Weaver, Marietta Tree, Timothy Leary…

I’ve met them all in the night.

The leaves glow outside.

We talk about glowing she and I.

About light and all that can emanate from one’s body.

From our bodies.

If only the world knew that love is tension holding universe together.

The sun hovers to my left. The gods and goddesses smile with me.

The sun doesn’t set in the west you know

As the breadmaker said, “We have all been mislead!”

I like the ravings of wild men.

As I enter the woman’s body, I think of Hafez.

“My moon, if we kiss could I endure the love?”

I can. I am. And I will..

The atoms in my body whirl like a sufi’s cape

Spin my love as our bodies intertwine.

The Novel Cafe. A Rumi Poem. Ted Williams is a God.

Cryonic suspension is suspension nonetheless.

A dream cannot be discounted.

In the back of a GI truck going to Van Rutins, I asked the adult

“If someone is shot in the forehead and feel no pain, how does the shooter know?”

How does shooter know? He’s not in the man’s body.

maybe I’m the raving man the heretic for I feel that all energy fields seek their own harmonies hear that human hear that human heard that humanhealing is eternal jesus did not do technique he just touched i like that i know that i am a heretic for understanding that kill me for i will survive in other ways

“Love is metaphysical gravity”, says Bucky Baldhead.

I think this is true I have been lifted I also like to drink vodka

Had a shot of it today. It felt good.

It felt warmed and I felt alive.

Extend life. Your own. And others.

*Bearded Djolomari of Macedonia.*