Crystals and pistols
Life is a big bawl of pot
Swim across the top
Of Niagara falls.
Turn on, tune in
Blow your brain
Hook onto escape
From the rat race
To nirvana.
Go grass-happy
Pull your eye balls
So they can see
Colors suspended
On the air.
Get stoned
For the last great high-up
In the sky
Pace
Hasan Sabah, the pagan.
SKY-SCRATCHERS
Sinews tightened grip,
Earth loosened her loins.
Stalactites jut out
Skyward
A jungle of iron and concrete.
Blood and iron mix well
To mummify glory
And fossilize ambition.
* Reprinted from Youth Times (defunct)1976 October 15-28.
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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