VEDIC
ROCK
A POEM ABOUT IDAHO
If you want to live with me in Idaho
then teach me how to speak French fried russet potato
and say Boise Idaho
instead of la’ bwaa Eda-ha’
means blue birds praying over
heaven and hell ‘s canyon
is as deep as the Grand
Tetons are-d-are steep
If you want to live with me in Idaho
then you better meet my dad
who loved to drink lucky logger beer
and make no mistake
my mother is perfect to
calling me god
damn it you’d better behave
tearing down swollen banks
torn by the same draw
that wiped the wind clean
then it rained
just before the sun went down
and the moon came out
crying thunder
percolating yellow stones
awaking up
ghosts dancing in a ring of kundalini FIRE!
There's no going back
Because I love you too
CHINA DOLL HEAVEN
China Doll Heaven
So much for time
At the back side of a drawer
3/4 up the page reaching for more
and more
a life sentence of,,,
trying to keep up with the words
falling past the sounds of
the underside of,,, falling snow
clearly at the bottom of,,,
I really don’t know
who knew the moon would be gone
before sundown
and set before dawn
what the hell is going on
and off and on
thank god for hexagonal ecstasy
coming back to that de-habilitated
three dimensions
two that it is
on its way
to “nevermore”
then more and more
startled faces
pulsating places
frozen on a fix
stoned on a hex
of china doll heaven and the horror
of “nevermore”
so tell the women men
the best time was the last time
just like the first time
where the underside
of all knowingness
turned spines into upside
down sounds
like it was planed to last
for ever and ever
on the underside of,,, falling snow
so bend her over
this expanding display
spilling the whole milky way
negotiating over no comets
honking with geese
mating fool time
nooky pork legs and lolly pops pearl
is this really my girl
standing on the throne
of gods urgency
destroying the creator of
being right
in between the spasms and the gates
of china doll heaven
contemplating juvenile fascinations
of where does she get off
filling the gate of heaven
with dirty insecurity
knowing he’ll never understand
four stops and some go devils
creating the destroyer
of a 7 layer orgasm
echoing all the way through
her extended arms….
….of will my finger do?
Jesus Christ dad dad
Protect me me
My vulnerability he
Her insecurity she
Knew me me
The beast me
On the underside of falling snow
Can we really make a go
At first making love last
At maintaining indifferent
Simultaneous same
Melting at the divide
Reveling our underside
Leering at the light
While he goes hunting
For queen size king size queens
That say you know
You never know
What you’re going to know
On the underside of
Do you really want to know?
Anymore
Oh one thing more
did it really happen?
On the underside of falling snow… snow.