It is what it is
and noone could explain the loss of diamond rain
or cool cloaked secrets
discussed in smoke-filled rooms
and bimbos
disgusting discussing common retreats
& altruisms.
boasting four different colors
& seven coats
The Alkaline Household (poised for recovery)
our resident den
of iniquity still delights
w/ a poison pen
& writes her name upon the walls of forever
a diamond glistening in rain-driven wind
& who camps about in her splendid grass
like snakes in a spiderweb railroad
like lost thoughts on a continent and a cool swift breeze
who waits for me on her crystal island
who lies with me in an eternal sea
what words of wisdom from this siren's breasts
what tide will tug us away onto her forgotten shore
oh blissful diamond of peace who shines in the night
oh moonlight memory of time & space and all the thoughts that come between
breathes, a part of a pattern within patters within circles within Mind.
logic rules the cascade poets fierce unyielding pen
insane logic based on invisible rules of pushing, to & fro
into her, another rough night
and an hour come round at last
Yeats spells it out,
As the worst are full of passionate intensity
this new beast, a beast of love, or a beast of anger
raging in the desert, in the sands of the thousand nights
where yesterday is piped into tomorrow
clogging up the sky and our view of the future
smoke on the horizon
& the proverbial water
rising to meet a darkening sky-
a destiny marked by the certaintly, all living things must die.
and into her mouth of eternity
only the blessed children lie
in sheets of white & rays of gold
like a sunburst morning sky.
