I crave it; deprave my spine with infrared impact
scatter crepitating epiphanies of
Vibration Sensation,
pinch my Godhead
with your squirmy thumb
bang my skull full of worms with jingle bells
slam my ears n2gether
with Hare Krishna cymbals,
loud as deafness itself.

Rama Rama so hard
that my hair,
dusty as pulverized amphetamine,
secretes goo; slits bit by gingersnap asps,
flow, go below my nose ‘pon which my glazed gaze is fixed,
amazed in chanting mesmerizations of ascendant intensity

The wildebeest flies upside down,
a brass ringing thrusts the air, Hare Hare
a cerebral swirling of noise-tinge tinted with
yellow temple grease,
Release beats; Listen’da Krishna’s
swifter spiritual oozings
until life’s tempo shall cease,
spurting become woozy
and the Butterfly Morning’s crawling
and post-pupal sprawling
transcends
to majestic flutter
sensuous as hip-hop butter
ripping subtle drafts thru air,

Hare Hare,
I witness your craft
a novel beautiful creation
of Nirvannic station
psychedelic kaleidoscopic wings
fragile, fragile
like stain glass shatters
and Jesus don’t matter
no more,
when recorded by whores
and outwitted by the Mad Hatter
who closes the doors
and composes a new Bible of fecal matter
so I’ll step to the left of joy division
accept ascetic vegan vision
and distill myself with cerebral fission;
Concuss me stoned with sonic derision