To My Soul Sister
May
I have the seat next to you on the cosmic train?
You
look like a sane person
And
I could use some sane conversation
In my state of mystic madness.
I pray
to the cosmic Godhead
For
your safe and happy passage
Through time and space, all the time.
I
wish you bountiful orgasmic bliss and sensual abandon.
And
transcendent states of total liberation
From the Karmic wheel.
I
wish you magical sunsets
In the Fellaheen desert.
I
often imagine what it would be like to meet you.
We'd
take Ginsberg’s Green car,
And
watch the road unfold in psychedelic land.
Kerouac's
peripatetic journeys
Would pale in comparison to our Zen journey.
We'd
talk existentialism and post modernism
And
even Forrest Gumpism
As
our car speeds through
The darkened American phantasmagoria.
Each
bump would jolt our awareness.
By
the time we reached the Pacific
All
would be clear.