Sleep, Iguana Sister Ray was playing
full volume 14 minutes in
and I stood up
and was possessed to
kick my legs into the air
flail my arms everywhere
Dance Bliss
unbridled
in power of my dream
and I trip over the couch
and land on my bed
and I make love
produce love
and channel it entirely through my body
and I float in erratics
jolting my body into the air
out of the air
under gravity
out of gravity
above the world
out of the world
and when they’re done sucking on each other’s ding dongs
and searching for their mainlines
a less chaotic song begins to play
"I’m beginning to see the light"
"how does it feel to be loved?"

It is ecstasy
to be love
and to be loved
by one who loves
you
is wonderful too
and why can’t I do
it?
she will love me
I must make it work
why can’t I love
when I am not being loved?
Why am I not strong enough
why have I not conviction enough
to make it work
to be free
to love
and be loved
why not?

I need to sort shit out and this cerebral dreaming
though it is such an experience
does not guide me.
I went then to a movie
Waking Life
by Richard Linklater,
and the main character
was in a dream
and why don’t I just
live in a dream?
Am I not dreaming?
why not just be a dreamer
and float through the world
and float through life?
That is what I should do
and I would love
and be loved
and feel love
but why do I fuck it up?
When I went to eat
I ate a chicken
which was covered
by a grassy knoll
and I sipped a Pepsi
with a straw
I sucked
until liquid reached the summit of the straw
and rested there
and I evened my suck
so that Pepsi no more than seeped into my suck
to blow
fizz sensation
angry tastation
and caffeination
upon my cerebrum
and I rested there
slightly sucking
for an entire lifetime it spanned
and I slept
and dreamt
of Iguanas.

Iguana,
you gargantuan
green
lizard,
swim through the Pepsi
climb the rocky straw
walk the royally tongued carpet
that I may taste Iguana
crawl into my esophagus
that I may breathe Iguana
catch that I may choke Iguana
but pass that I may live Iguana
to digest Iguana
and I will channel Iguana
through my Iguana
and I will dream of Iguana
and I will be
a Love Iguana
and you will be my shit
and I will eat you once more
and digest and eat Shit Iguana endlessly
and I will float to the Galapagos
to Master ceremonies
of the Holy Iguana Orgies
we lizards will practice free love
100 iguanas will simultaneously
suck on my ding dong
and Sister Ray will watch
me float
and come
to be
the Love Iguana
of dreams.