Psychedelic Dream

Australopithicus,
deviance and cream.
Melted cows
and candles.
Psychedelic dream.

Cantaloupes,
derivatives,
and mop-squeeze soup.
Fractions,
watermelons,
native Guadeloupe.

Type a letter,
calculator,
razor-blade salad,
even though
the sound of it
is really quite pallid.

Poppy, lily,
really silly,
you can count on me.
I’m a little
abacus,
five-forty-three.

Sun tans,
moon tans,
hieroglyphic desk,
paragraphs
and bedspreads,
undertaker’s mask.

Tree tunnels,
oil funnels,
TV show reprieve.
Driver your car
tomorrow,
it’ll never leave.

Kangaroos,
Waterloo,
barrel staves and tires.
Curtain rods
and hotrods,
London Bridge and fires.

Mouse traps
and sand traps,
mahogany and spice,
nothingness
and lamp shades,
sprocket springs and ice.

Nationalism,
pentaprism,
magazines and knees.
Can you beat it,
throw or eat it,
cholesterol and trees.

Farmer’s fields,
chesterfields,
awnings and doubt,
calliopes
and Frisbees,
happiness and gout.

Erasers
and yes-sirs,
carpet, lint, and dust.
Wagon wheels,
orange peels,
California-bust.

Segregation,
modulation,
space ships and crime.
See you later,
wallpaper,
chicken heads and time.

Stay afloat,
jet boats,
shampoo and tax,
Chattanooga,
big beluga,
wail away and tracks.

Surgeons
and injuns,
unions to back us.
Holy water,
hell is hotter,
pimples and fracas.

Heaven knows,
dominoes,
billboards and spoons.
Jupiter
and Tarzen,
Wedding rings and moons.

Greedy gannets,
pomegranates,
mussels, grit and shale.
Cheshire cats
and top hats,
orthodontists’ mail.

Hand stands,
fruit stands,
cotton candy woods.
Tall blonde,
James Bond,
paper mills and hoods.

Crawly spiders,
hang gliders,
sail planes and blood.
Wooden legs
and icebergs,
scalpels and mud.

Elephants
and doilies,
tripods and shirts.
Eye patches,
cat scratches,
dinosaurs and dirt.

City trolls,
country strolls,
ocean swells and wishes.
Inspectors,
reflectors,
apples stems and fishes.

Missionaries,
dictionaries,
soccer balls and watts.
Sky scrapers,
muckrakers,
waterfalls and thoughts.

Einstein,
beer steins,
drug trips and dreams.
Cathedrals
and moguls,
it isn’t what it seems.

Trumpets
and crumpets,
bells that never chime.
Lumberjacks
and backpacks,
if only it would rhyme.


Previously unpublished.