To My Soul Sistah
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.
Cover Art: Harold Lloyd and Jobyna Ralston
Silent Movie: Girl Shy. 1924 Public Domain
Source: Wikimedia Commons