Flower Children*

Weeds and beads

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.