out on the astral plane
under the bright full moon
and red velvet curtains
"are you not entertained?"
i screamed while flailing
i remembered pointing to Ginsberg
riding the soul train
terminal to terminal
like a mannequin sat enthroned
where's my king? i whimpered
but on the glare black field
he came running
while angels sat in their silver clouds
chortling
and a burst of music in my head
can't stop dancing to the beat
i was at least stepping onto the giant bird
supposed to take me to wonderland
as drum beats overwhelmed
an abstract passion and smears of black
headless people in the pale light
blindly humping
staccatoed symphony
screams still scratching my ears
thought scribbles
& songs on the astral plane
spine silence - my fingers
running up his ribcage
a softness I'd never before known
"just need you to trust me" he said
while i trembled
and all i need -
a place to sit quiet at night
